My knees are shaking with the world on my back,
the soul's collapsed and my bones are cracked,
drifting amidst the aura of apathy under the needle,
i'm drunk off of pill coctails at the lost and found for people,
stuck in the miasma of spicy pheromones to numb my body's upheaval,
i drove into the face of fear and dared it to scare me like Evil Knievil,
and crashed into depression, went into a coma an emotional wreck,
i was holdin' my breath hopin' for death not even holdin' regrets,
'cause i couldn't cope with the stress anymore, life became a black hole,
now standing at my mirror all it see's is the silhouette of a dead man's soul
and as i'm staring into the conundrums face, my grief begins to fluctuate,
it triggers a final sigh making the air in my lung's escape,
putting me on a poetic level in oblivion writing sins in bloody sands,
kneeling on broken specs that gaze into a shattered past,
while shedding acidic tears that peel the skin of my worth away,
hearing venomous whispers become bile that hurt's to drain,
they stir the pain inside which all burst to flames,
making my heart the first to bane getting cursed in chains,
that's trapped and encompassed in hell without a word to say,
if the body's a vehicle i guess i'm just a hearse of fate...
