Torn

Not a clean spot
Not a moment (of silence)
All is clean cut
I’m forced into violence
Torn from my (beloved) womb
(And) hell only knows my name
I’m forced to violence
Torn from my (beloved) womb
(And) hell only knows my name
And I don’t even care
I don’t get it, can’t figure it out
I won’t say it, I just pour it all out
Like maggots crawling into an open wound
Destined to an eternity inside the tomb
Torn from my tomb, I got dragged there
A wasted life but still I am here