Hello, and welcome to another day Of taking everything for granted Your usual table in the corner Of delusion is free Be sure to tip your waiter as you serve yourself Your favorite excuses Just the way you take it… So bitter and cold And as the band begins to play The melody of pain In this disenchanted Sinner theatre of soul The schizophrenic stall-room dancers Swim in disarray All in celebration Of your wasted life
So raise another glass To everything you’ve never done Make another toast To everything you’ll never be Drink the wine of ignorance That keeps you pacified A toast to your wasted life
Silence filling all the jagged spaces As the music dies Every face before you a ghost Who will never be Every hollow eye upon you Reflecting self-destruction Has the guest of dishonor Nothing to say?
Raise your final glass To everything you’ve never done Make your final toast To everything you’ll never be Choke upon the ignorance That kept you pacified A toast to your wasted life
Drop the glass as you fall Old and broken to the floor Take your final breath As you reach out for anything Nothing ever stopped you But the nothing you’ve become A toast to your wasted life
An older song I wrote about those who expect everyone else to do everything for them and always have an excuse to try and support why they never do anything for themselves.