The records on are the only thing that tell my story.
I kept dancing to them to the end.
Had them on at the end.
Alone with nothing but failure and satisfaction.

My decisions others said I'd regret
But I laughed with blowing smoke their faces.
Twenty eight my last year,
Enough suffering for a lifetime.

Love all but a story I told to myself.
Moments I'll never have again.
But **** them.
Burn them.

So many people watching me,
Breathing less, Moving less,
Dying more and more inside
The shell of a man, from hell.

All of them nothing but empty seats.
Fading away as I leave
**** them, they can burn.
And I'll light the fuse

I'll play favourite tune,
Blow a puff from my mouth
While them burn around me
Screaming for help.

A lone wolf from the grave
Not human, a creature
From the grave to birth.
Never to die once death.

No seats at my funeral
But fire lit by me alone
With sweet melodies all around
And no ***** given.