Fetal on the Floor
Joe Ronchetti

I might've been mighty if it weren't for the world always taming me
Like a dope, spiritually drunk-dry to the soul
It likes to keep me tied to the corner
Ham-fisted and whiplashed 'till the point is clear
Bleeding, fetal on the floor
Master/slave type scenario
I'd never do near as bad to my enemy
Would never strike a man who couldn't defend himself