I'm inspired, the days are darker now
I'll kill them all and travel farther south
Your fathers now scarred and drowned
I'll kill them all until I'm alone and proud
I'll wear floral and live a fucked life
Buck's strife and the petty crimes
Have my dusty times compared to these bucked times
Love life nonexistent until my spunk's wise
I trifle with the bums and skate rats
Hate that everything I do is in fate's trap
Say I'm on the right track, then take crap
Can't even believe that my way ain't trash
My job in a ghost town warehouse
The foggy days, empty parks, scared mouse
Hair brown, blue eyes, thinking of my bare spouse
In my dreams, wake up and I care now
Now I know I am on this earth alone
I wake early to go to work soon
Come home, drudge to my dark room
Tomorrow I know I won't see you
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