At the end of the day, when all is cold and dead,
Why must I be the one to wear the talons in my head?
At the end of my life, whose to say what is worthwhile?
Ten years after I'm gone, my whole existence will be futile.

I'm just a drop in a puddle,
sliding down a funnel,
Just a tick on a dog's ***,
**** blood till I bubble.
Just a piece of the puzzle,
That makes up this **** show
step back, click clack
and watch my head blow.

Blood and brains coat the walls
watch me be absolved
self mutilation, humiliation
all my thoughts dissolved.
no resolve, rather **** **** till I fall.
no calls, no *****,
none of you ***** seem to care at all.

I'm at the bottom of the body heap
can't breath, can't see, so I take a leap
crawling through the blood, bile, and things the dead discreet
my light is covered by the dark, but cant be stifled out,
no, cant be stifled out.