Tarot - İ'm Here

Breat of living heart punding poison stinging
tiny voices wrong choises blood starts singing
I never had anything to lose no touch nor taste
my body is here for abuse braincells for waste
sirens calling walls falling fists bleeding
bones aaaaaing scent tracking the void is feeding
the last of me is about to go basic primality
putting up one hell of a show they will remember me
I'm here this terminal case of lust upholds this prison of dust
I'm here the aaaiest god is pain just gimme the ball and chain
I'm here falling pround and tall on my face reaching grace within disgrace
I'm here at the frontline of fools share my flesh before it cools
I'm here