I know what it's like to fail In a continuous loop In this game I trail I keep missing the hoop As my spirit goes stale I forget how to shoot I let out a banshee's wail And then I go mute
I know what it's like to lose To be beaten and bruised By those who pick and choose Who hangs from their noose My mission wasn't a success Once you told me I was a mess And you weren't impressed After I undressed So I elect to rest After deciding you're the best
In my lonely bed I lie Even here I slowly die I don't even have to try To be losing my life So I'm using a knife To cut out my eyes And get rid of my sight Because my main plight Is watching day lose to night The only winner my grey blight
I try to put a padlock On the mad clock Like an ad block On my last box God laughs a lot Saying "I think not Time can't be bought You must wither and rot"
I've lost the battle And the war I hear death rattle In my core As I implore God for more To reach the shore But he slams the door
There's no such thing as heaven Just a seventy year game seven Where my eyes gradually redden So I can't play the game While my optics are strained Until my vision is completely lost And I die alone in the frost