Again - Craft

Awakening, world suffering

Twisted things empathize with nothing

Trampling, screaming, uncaring

He doesn’t know in which place he’s in

Rusty razors cut his skin

Over and over and over again

Dead resolve and relentless pain

Acid’s flowing within his veins

Memories suppressed deep within

Resurfacing, it’s growing from sin

The sin of I-never-put-up-a-fight

He’s looking back now: he’s wasted his life

He’s creator, warden, prisoner

Builder of walls around pitiful halls

He built a lock so I threw away the key

This is how little you mean to me

Again, Again, Again, Again, and Again

The spirit is void from the soul’s lonely throne

There’s no meat anymore, only bone

Once-was-razors cutting your skin

Screaming, screaming, screaming

Over and over and over again

And again and again

And again (repeated)