Gravel sound under ragged black Vans,  no sole
Dug out the snow packed around your perfect pink heart
Another dart blowing out a spark, triggers pulled
We try to take hold of our lives, but forget so many angles
Life dangles by a thread but all we see is red,
charge


Sorting through the mandarin peels you left in my bed
Taking another smoke right to the head
Outlines of your hands on gentle notebooks
One look and you'd know I'm not stable
A happy life seems like a fable, unreachable Odyssey
It's odd to feel this self conscious
Not on **** but green chronic
Do a spawn trick and rush in
Strategic attrition and nightly news spin
At war all over the world and it'll probably never end
Our children we send, into the big organic meatgrinder
Surprised when they come back and their soul is on fire
Severed high wire sending shockwaves into cerebellum
A welcome sign at the assisted suicide center
Thank you for your business