Disenchanted rambling
Drunken half-fulfilled pipe dream
Craving for the cool embrace
Of struggles you won't have to face
The cult of image will persist
Paradise ruled by the fist
Lured to the edge at last
While lovers watch, ashamed, aghast
Truth a ceaseless murmuring
Ignored or drowned out by your scream
Realizing what's been lost
The mind denied, at dearest cost
Try too late, to your dismay
It never should have been this way
Can't have faith in what's now gone
So blow your brains out
On your freshly manicured suburban lawn