Entangled in misery I was Condemned as I still bred frustration Worshipped and nursed the suffering My conscience all slain I found myself making love to the pain Final and true was my loss And bleak was the sight of salvation You helped me to clean all the wounds that I wore Through you grew my sense To witness life through another lens Filled up with my own poison Dug down in my own dirt Filled up with my own poison Bit by my inner snakes Making love to the pain Dragged through a storm of misery Through you grew my sense To witness life through another lens