Starving tongues lure you down the path to erosion
Brittle bones lie in husks that corrode
Dead eyed with no further aims regurgitate reputations faked
You're mostly filler recycled material that animates an empty suit.
Give in for a pittance of poison all for a chance at a cup half filled
Beg and bribe for another sip with blurred vision and a failing grip
The deal you made a pragmatic paper chase
All in the name of wallow and waste your time flies by
In a pointless paradigm and there's no end in sight
Give in for a pittance of poison all for a chance at a cup half filled
Beg and bribe for another sip with blurred vision and a failing grip
I found myself lost in the caustic crowd
Failures fed my fleeting fame
And I stake my claim in the cynics lane
And I'm
Dead last and laughing
Fanatics fail to repress their jeers
Coasting toward catharsis
While your existence continues driven by fear

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN