Cradle and debase

Take from me my eloquence and mention my decline
I'm sure you still remember all the tension on my face

I prayed for hours and I slaved for hours
And gave all my mental dysfunctions away
So in me the anger confused and devoted
Would cradle and debase

Strip me of my diffidence and worship my abuse
I'm sure you are aware of all the sacrifices made

And you've seen the filth on my hands and my body
But somehow my mind has kept so far away
The memories modify, change and arrange
Into something I've learned to hate

God, I needed what I am today
The simple tortures that keep us sane