nothing feels good

You have no leverage here There is no cross to bear No shoulders to wrought- This is the peace you sought Nothing will quench this heat Buckle under relief It's your time to kill Under the millstone Nothing feels good in this place When you're left to rot in your place My worth is not how i can own I'm searching for what i can't know You are what you perceive; Cut off from the inseam Starving the stitching from it's lease Rip up the still remains Sink deeper in the stain Oh i am the thing That will kill me Nothing feels good in this place When you cannot fill your own space The chasm gets deeper We've used all our rope You're reaping exactly what you sown