I crack the lock to the plastic box
that holds my broken soul
Much like pandora or a dark brown aura, it is lacking a true goal
But I search and search for a drive or thirst, to keep me wanting breathe
But I can't hold you, or escape the morning dew, so I only call for death
Save me please, from the promising breeze, that offers itself to me
Cus I hate this life, I am filled with strife, and I need purpose desperately
As likely as this, an "I do" then a kiss, at my empty tender age
That's why I black out and drink, constantly on the brink, of showing my true rage
You'll cry and scream, like a memorable dream, in which you see gods face
He's filled with disgust, and like a bike chain with rust, hates our stagnant race
I call for hope, from the Buddha or pope, but no redemption will be given
I am destined to leave, on a day where some will greave, about the short life that hath been liveth
Oh this day will come, like the setting of the sun, and I will be free of shame
Fuck her and hate him, any future is grim, and there is only you to blame