Walkin, talkin,
blinking, thinking
robots, good thoughts,
futuristic loser characteristic,
hit me, bite me, be very frightening,
please lie, don't cry, **** you, just die,
stick the needle in your arm, lie down and crawl
into this funny room, the place you know to be your tomb,
empty bottles clash linoleum and ratter, sobriety no longer matters,
quickly running out of time, but no knowledge of those you left behind,
wife and kids think you’re not the same, makes you want to blow out your brain
when you see their sadness, so maybe you’ll finally hop aboard this twelve step madness.