I'm not your fucking slave! I'm staring here, crouching. Waiting for a sign, to cease. A broken hope, holds me. Asking me why, I please. Shattered and scorched I am, In fragile pieces I turn. My face is torn and never heals, through the years. I have became a rotting dead, Like thrown in between. Pieces of flesh on me. And I - I want break! Pick up right now, they said. And never mind, what's left. The time will come, to excuse. What I have take, or refused. My face is torn and never heals, through the years. I have became a rotting dead, Like thrown in between. Pieces of flesh on me. And I - I want break, I want take, Everything that has left, from my remains, I will left everything, that let me down. Run, take, break, left, breathe, Refuse, resist, never regret!