nothing breeds more contempt for this world 
than memories now formed
every moment a new seed
is grown to no reason the trouble unfolds
for the trials of today 
i'm no jury really don't care how you feel
the pleasant notion of miraculous change 
drifts into multiple jeers

you want the good life 
you break your back
you snap your fingers, you snap your neck 

seconds drip [bad word] my hands
washed of moments unborn
all the spaces between bleed
a tribute to a sacrament never exposed
a message to the forces, 
I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel
expectations of my daily bread
gives me the hunger to steal 

you want the good life 
you break your back
you snap your fingers, you snap your neck