Buried beneath the lacquer
The liquor stole your beautiful sight
Inside you suck on your inhaler
Searching for some inner light
What’s left within for right
Is there any purpose to fight
You’re fading even paler
The days are growing ever staler
This is a stage of fright
Darkened by eternal night
Hate pervades the valleys
And slips through the broken levees
Watch the cities wash away
As the citizens all pray
To their false idols of plastic
The end will be so fantastic!
February 10, 2008
