I think you’ve got the big picture
I’ve got no real future
This is a house of cards and a world of whores
I lost myself before I could begin and its killing me
I’ve been trying to find my way uptown but I realized Life is a sadistic game, nothing more
I became part of a statistic, as society cleaned up the mess of the boy who went ballistic
Wrap your arms around me, this is an open relationship
And we live under the sun
And below the blue moon
But we can’t run yet
What do we live for when our lives come crumbling down
Subliminal pleasure and deafening sounds
But you’ve got the picture, I’ve got no future
When she knocked me over, I restarted my verse
She sprouted chauvinistic
So what do I say first?
I love you please so adopt my emotions and help me fight the curse
To be Alive, to Scream
I don’t want to lose myself twice so take me to the enemy so demise can end tragically
I lived my life, emphatically
Where you in the glee inside my hearse
Your lashing was the worse I was satisfied but focused on being better than everyone else, wanting to discover the distance between you and me
Patiently waiting for this to be a joke because my life was being lived inside you.
Warmonger 