A lot of people tell me
You are exactly what you got...

Life as an outcast
Isn't really that bad...

A million white hot needles
Pierce my undead flesh...

Murder...
is not just physical...

There was an old crackhead named sunny
Who was so adoringly funny...

Should you ever get the chance
Go watch a colony of ants...

Down goes the kingly beast
who we have failed to save...

Waiting for my death
Not wanting to die...

What is life like on the other side?
Buy me a ticket and I'll go for the ride...

With bloodied hands I lay the bricks again
Once again blocking the hole...

Dreaming rainbows far from home
Reality remains monochrome...