Training For Utopia - A Good Feeling

This is only a test, and I'm left empty again.
No choice words left to save my already stolen...
CARCASS!
I carve it,
in these walls,
in this flesh,
the scars remind me of how I'm, weak how weak, how weak!
and how I'm dead.
But when the time is right,
I sit back,
and I laugh, and I walk away
as it drowns.
But when the time is right,
I sit back,
and I laugh,
and I walk away
as it drowns.
Good-bye!
my mistake never to be visited again.
the scars remind me of how I'm, weak how weak, how weak!
and how I'm dead.