I did my time, and I want out
I saw my future…fade
It doesn’t cut,
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at you, the virgin,
Pseudo-sick but sick perversion
Go drill your gases,
Go dig your grave
Then fill your mouth
With all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I’m done, it has begun
I’m not the only one