Up flows the garbage from the future to the past
With the sick and twisted spoon-fed fate
Hypocrisy and petty hate
We land on the ground
The dirty floor we call our home
Little who*e's come back for more
Yet the candle burns out
Favorite fires
Her desires
Like the sinking ship of something that should be
She lost the key
I gave mine away
Privileged omen
Blackened day
Of the future funeral scene
They all wore black
A tribute to
Their fondest memories of you
Down with the drama
No more pain that I miss
A back stab kiss
To the token broken bullsh** boy
Oh what a martyr
Mother's toy
To tease do please allow yourself to sit and swallow
For a second you're so shallow
In the wake of your weather
Worn and torn I stand on solid ground
You were the nothing that I've found
You were the nothing that I've found
I heard the message of the bites
The no where place
The five long nights
I'm back not bruised
New but used
And still I write to you