My life is a sentence that carries no pardon,

I can't put you out of my misery now.

So stunned by the beauty of this madhouse garden -

I've taken my chances (then lost them somehow).

This body's a temple - a shoddy construction,

I'm digging my grave - while boring the well,

I'm paving a path to my own self destruction,

I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell.

No I won't be content 'til I see me in Hell.

I've looked back on my time - the names and the faces,

A child long ago that I nearly fogot,

And felt like someone who'd just step on the place

where teh last stair should have benn - (then found it was not).

Life's just a process of delamination,

Stripping your hopes- dissecting them gently.

I've opened my heart - and to my consternation

when I peered inside it was small, dark and empty.

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My friends turn to me - wonder what I am doing,

drinking and smoking like somebody died.

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