Is this really happening to me?
Becoming so blind that I can’t see
The path that is right before my eyes,
Leading to my very demise?
I cry out into the night,
The features of my face etched with fright.
I’m sorry I hurt you.
I’m sorry I hurt me, too.
Calling out for some kind of hope,
Smoking so much dope,
Taking so much blame,
Inflicting so much pain…
This is the anthem of the eternally damned
And this finger is forever jammed
Down my throat
To try to keep me afloat.
Nothing, nothing, nothing at all….
