You're one step closer to the edge.
by Maura Hunt
One breath closer to the end,
You're walking towards a flower on the ground,
The chains around your ankles keep you bound.
Bound to the evil that controls you.
Bound to the hate your heart has went through.
Bound to the hate you heart has went through
Bound to the thoughts that keep you bitter
Bout to the label, 'You're a quitter'
Bound to the hate that still remains
Bound to these awfully bloody stains
You're face is a dirty little wreck
and there's a nuse tied tightly round your neck.