malicious thoughts circle a lonely man
he grips the throat of the steering wheel
breaths a short breath, heavy air, draconian law
starvation scratches inside the belly of the broken man
a food, an emotion something to fill that void
cutting himself, the needle whispers it wants a red treat
he needs to find that special someone, like the may fly
but selfishly has more then one day
depression engulfs the love lost man
a cut cord on the vocals, when there is the person you most want to talk too, and have the least to say
we raped the exuberant ones, with such meticulous thought
now we must live with dragging them down every day
the cynicism is drunk with a bitter sweet taste
oh fuck everything fuck everyone we are all shit, all waste
now i am not happy to be alive, so i am just waiting around to die