Just before I flatline, the vitals will spell- "cursed since birth," he got what he deserved. Alienation flows through me like a cold liquid on a hot morning. Betrayal and rejection are no longer negative allies, and repitition is my soulmate. Through all this complaining, you'd think someone would notice.(take me for granted) Expensive afternoons are spent sprawled out across a couc, being attacked by ideas that I must write down. You're hearing everything that I think. Now there will be no questions when I am no more.
Lyrics submitted by A Vacant Andy