D.O.C.

Worthless baggage, a flesh bound wasteland
Guttered mind and bleeding shadow
Crazed is the fist of innocence
Undo the lock

Bleeding clean oppressive nature, primal instincts old
To hold back what runs through your veins is a crime
Isolation

Fall into your own isolation
Crawl deep inside into a hole

Bleeding clean oppressive nature
Primal instincts ages old and damned
To hold back what runs through you veins
Is a crime against yourself
Crawl into your isolation
Fall again
Fucker