I have had it easy for most of my life
Swallow these nails, turn away
I must not look back
The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles
It feels like I have been fighting for nothing
The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles
I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out
I am sick of hearing myself whine
Drink this wine and choke
Here I am, still screaming away the same problems
that have fuelled this engine for years
I have bathed the faceless in a cesspool filled with my own tears,
Preserving a constant state of shock in its salty waters
The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles
It feels like I have been fighting for nothing
The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles
I have been too caught up in this crying game
I quit
Deep down, there is shade in all of us but there is also luminosity
My flaws have now been exposed by its brightness,
(Turning shades of) black into color
