I'm only biding, biding time
Soon this existance won't be worth the life,
The wasted liver, the bitter taste
The strife, the love, the scars retraced
I positioned my limbs in proper disgrace, as my family cried in agony
Then bled inside my mouth knowing I might one day greet all, again

I've used, abused, and been amused
At everything I've been
But the greatest muse of all the altered states, of me,
Is this unjustifiable sin
I've slashed apart my plastic bubble, and torn my paper skin
Released into society, identified only, as a plague you'll never comprehend

Betrayal is quite prevaliant in the hollow of his eyes

So tonight my fellow maggots, I'm gonna submit
It sure won't hurt too bad, in my intoxicated bliss
Like a seed imparted from its fruit,
I'm alone.
So on this night I'll take this cup upon my lips
And savor this ripened wine.

I've lived the life and lost the war
Gabriel is probably staring now, in angry horror
As my vitals are fading, my bowels spill out
The stench is overwhelming in this sh*t, well,
Now maybe my children will know what I'm all about.

The shotgun froze up,
but oh, under the influence of a bottomless jug, the addict lost his grip.
His very heart, his sullen mind, and every vice -- dismembered, bit by f*cking bit.

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