antipunk

Kill Thy Self

Sulking in the misery of yesterdays pain he forgets the roses that will be on his deathbed
Wishing on his hands to mend his broken problems he falls onto cold concrete
Dreaming of the life he will never live he shatters reality into partitioned friends and lost lovers

Devoured by the beast of madness "What went wrong?"

When did he fail to become a champion
What time was his last shave
Where was his last fuck

How many days were stacked like garbage left for the psyche to dispose of
How many skeletons are buried underneath, screaming TORMENT! from years of decay
How much blood has coagulated on his face from wounds of vengeful malice

Devoured by the beast of madness "Where did I go wrong?"

The bitter taste of copper on the tongue reminds him of a childhood without love
Batteries leaking into his tattered guts, he vomits tears hes drank away
Ohhhh Godwhat have I done?
Oh god, oh, oh godwhat does it mean to be wrong?

Walking over razor blades on the tightrope of life we doom ourselves to our paths
Thinking of desire, the goal we fail to achieve becomes the fall that strings us up
The modern life a complicated torture trap and the harder we struggle the worse it gets