Down The Mountainside, Pt. 2

Coming Down through the Cloudburst Raising the Snow It's the enemy The other me Coming Down the Mountainside Leaving traces of Blood Machine of Cattle fed And Grudges held Towards everything we knew Let me feel the shivers Take me in Cover me with filth and (How do you feel? Lost and disposed) Let me feel the pain I've fed (As your rage converts to grief) Hold me still (Did you find some relief?) Punch me till I wake up