fresh flesh wrapped on my fingers sent spent going through the wringer ringer ding the bell im out of hell and into purgatory whens the story gonna end whens the ocean gonna swell with the blood running through my veins and arteries up into my brains is this really what it was before was i this heavy was i this ready to go back to the past make a pass at the futures when my scars didn't need sutures and my heroics would always score put the numbers on the board theres a hoard of death on me i am out there when i look its only lava that i see but dogs are barking in my ears has it been months or even years since i felt dying flesh lying at my feet will we ever meet again my friend my sweet im back on solid ground i look around and its still only lava that i see #rhymes