V1
Have you thought beyond the lie that all is real till the day you die?
That what we’re told is all there is and nothing is said in silences?
Have you stopped to think? Gasped in your stink?
Have you seen the link to nothing's brink?
V2
Soak me in your ignorance I’m jealous of your flaws
I’d be happy like you if I didn’t open doors
To sincerity to awaken me
To really see just what could be
Teach me oblivion
Please show me how [bad word] Show me oblivion
Give me a loaded gun
V3
Tell me all the secrets to how you live so bland
Quenching curiosity your head deep in the sand
Tell it plain to me to enable me
Throw away the key to my philanthropy
Babies left on filthy streets
Hit by grime in violent beats
Boarded up in an empty home
Nowhere soft to sleep no telephone to call for help
....OUTRO
This just might happen to me
Trapped in this solitary [bad word] have swallowed the key
To the man I could be [bad word] in filthy dark shame
Trying to ignore the pain
Searching for someone to blame
Waiting to die again
Losing the seeds I can sow
Losing the me that I know
Having no [bad word] place to go
Having no room to grow