You think you've found a niche
capiche?
and yet nothing's the way that it seems.

It's just an exhaust pipe hype
and
they want you to **** in the fumes,
I'm locked in the cycle
darkness looms.

Suicide don't mean you're dead
it's just the death of dreams
and the sound of failure just ahead is
the locked room full of screams.

After the future has ****** ya and before the grim reaper gets ya
someone says,
' I told ya'
but
you knew that all along.