I've become a waste of time
He's got his gun,
ready to win but
life takes his chance

Beautiful, but I don't know
And you intrigue everyday
But still, you keep quiet
Tame, I must become,
'for I'm spared again

Next time it won't be so easy,
And I'll be W.A.S.T.E.D.

Away, into your black hole
below your dark trenches
& under your creaky bed.