For the sake of my intestinal fortitude
I had to wise up, back the fuck up.
Reassemble,
My heart, my mind, my soul
Askew and atremble,
Stripped bare of consciousness...

In solitary silence, sequestered from this world,
Deprivation, deprivation...

No reckoning to be mentioned in anybody's will,
Unrelated in resignation...

Global assessment score:
Stand sentinel over the core!

Tempted to the poisoned well of chemi-consolation,
Inebriated...
Uncanny infection, anxious incubation,
Anticipated in isolation...

I was afraid to talk to you, but now it feels so good,
To be unburdened, be unburdened...

At last I let you defy my poor self assessment,
Disassembled and reassembled...

Global assessment score:
Stand sentinel over the core!

Sentinel over my life!
Sentinel over myself!