Icy Road

On this icy road I'd might slip Skid of into black Snow bright On this worn out road Things will change Ripping everything This body is not my own I prey on The weakest I will prowl These grounds Forever If this job does Thank me It will stop Till I fall prey That's the end The strength of loathing I do know It's familiar And harsh I feel this job Is all I can do To really help myself Trash is all I can associate All you people with