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A Toast To Your Wasted Life
(Thinking about adding another verse. Yet unsure.)

Hello, and welcome to another day
Of taking everything for granted
Your usual table in the corner
Of delusion is free
Be sure to tip your waiter as you serve yourself
Your favorite excuses
Just the way you take it
So bitter and cold
And as the band begins to play
The melody of pain
In this disenchanted
Sinner theatre of soul
The schizophrenic stall-room dancers
Swim in disarray
All in celebration
Of your wasted life

So raise another glass
To everything youve never done
Make another toast
To everything youll never be
Drink the wine of ignorance
That keeps you pacified
A toast to your wasted life

Silence filling all the jagged spaces
As the music dies
Every face before you a ghost
Who will never be
Every hollow eye upon you
Reflecting self-destruction
Has the guest of dishonor
Nothing to say?

Raise your final glass
To everything youve never done
Make your final toast
To everything youll never be
Choke upon the ignorance
That kept you pacified
A toast to your wasted life

Drop the glass as you fall
Old and broken to the floor
Take your final breath
As you reach out for anything
Nothing ever stopped you
But the nothing youve become
A toast to your wasted life


Freak Morbidity
(Daniel Smith)
March 18, 2010