Sunday, September 26, 2010
Cadaver of Truth
You think I am wasted. He thinks I’m wasted. She thinks I’m wasted.
Even my cheap 2 bucks worthy cigarettes think I’m wasted.
Well, I am not wasted.
Because I know the truth you have been hiding from.
I manicure the claws of the darkness.
I repeal the lies of life you live within to find happiness.
Come, face your skeleton-old disease.
Cry, ‘cause there’s no mercy; twisted tales of humans remain.
Smile, ‘cause I give you the chance to enjoy the last show.
Fear, ‘cause I know something you don’t know. You will NEVER know.