If life is turning inside out
And I am f***ed without a doubt
I want to yell and scream and shout,
To deal an ever-lasting clout
From my body to my brain
How could it ever be the same?
I’m bleeding in the crying rain
But I have never been so tame
I want to rip my arms off clean
And wake up from this fever dream
I want to join the ocean’s team
And rework my life’s holy theme
I don’t know where I’ll go from here
Somewhere far away, that’s clear
I’ll lose the things I hold so dear
Because my doom is getting near
Alone, I might find a new life
Beyond the use of my last knife
I’ll find escape from dueling strife
In the void of nothingness rife
I want to be a movie star
At least that was my dream thus far
But now I want a crashing car
I life lived, drunken, in a bar
I swear to God I’ll be good then
I’ll repent with the words of this pen
So at sometime, and I’ll know when
I will return to the race of men.