  I am but another tortured soul poked and prodded by the demons of life I wonder if they to feel pain in changing I hear my name repeated to me a thousand times over until i go insane I am but another tortured soul poked and prodded by the demons of life I pretend to renounce the laws of social behavior but am forced back to the demonic reality of it all I feel their hot spears searing my flesh I touch the wound,
 now a scar I cry out from the guilt i have of my trail of broken hearts behind me I am but another tortured soul,  poked and prodded by the demons of life I understand it is all innevitable,  but i still resist I say " nay nay,  you must stop!
 I dream they heed my cries but alas they have no ears to hear with I try so desperatly to put it all behind me I hope and dream it's end But alas I am but another tortured aoul poked and prodded by the demons of life 
