awaken from this dreary state trying to collect these past few weeks where nothing seems to go my way lost in the simple complication of things i fold i crumble and drop to my knees only to catch a glimpse of a life so bleak so now i fester in a pool of remorse to see how far my life has gone off course i guess i ll need help from a mental nurse before i m carried out in the back of a hearse coming so close to purity to rid my life of this putridity then once again these demeaning thoughts are back in my head oppressing and decreasing my morale seeking refuge in empty bottles and clouding my goals in smoke is this all i really have to my name is being so fucked up i don t remember the days and all my friends start to fade away something has to change something has got to fucking change i m not trying to push the blame but it s in my genes even on both sides of the family a whole faction of junkies and fakes i guess i m tired of all this shit piled up on my plate just an invertebrate so i guess i ll just put a fucking slug into my face slug into my face