| Solace in this solitude is what I had sought
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| Applauding God and his facade
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| There’s comfort in this fraud
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| I’m just the son he’d gone and forgot
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| I gave up on myself, my health, and hope of any help
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| May Hell accept me as the spawn of what this world has dealt
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| My teeth are metaphors of everything that I deplore
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| Hollow, flawed, and falling from the awful height of twenty floors
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| As I descend, feel my knees bend
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| Indifferent, apathetic glances across the cement
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| When my face met at least it kissed the pavement
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| The ground gave me more sympathy and grief than what their stares meant
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| As I descend, feel my knees bend
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| Indifferent, apathetic glances across the cement
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| When my face met at least it kissed the pavement
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| The ground gave me more sympathy and grief than what their stares meant
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| Harbored dark thoughts
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| Got the cops calling spots where my body might drop
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| Voices in my closet talk
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| Jaws click and gossip
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| Who the notches in my bedpost are
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| Hear them knock before I toss myself
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| All for naught
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| I mock and scoff
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| And hop onto the windowsill
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| A father and his daughter paused
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| To stop and watch
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| Then walk it off
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| Forgot my face
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| Confirmed my faith
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| The human race has lost its cause
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| Dancing with the devil by the moonlight
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| Head filled with some moonshine
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| Led and pirouetted out the room by my bruised thighs
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| Loose stride
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| Moving through the booze 'til the brew’s dry
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| Used to abuse
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| So what’s it to you, right?
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| Delusions of grandeur used to subdue doubt
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| Until it perfused through my body like gout
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| Then it consumed more than I had allowed
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| Exhuming the tombs of neurosis aground
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| Confusion and laughter from the ruthless crowd
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| Assuming the stupid kid would turn around
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| A nuisance, a loser, whose head’s in the clouds
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| Too far removed from the earth to be found
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| And the crows gather round
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| So concerned now they stand on common ground
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| And the crows gather round
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| So concerned now they stand on common ground
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| Murders perched and watched me rot
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| They brought with them intrusive thoughts |