Watch the broken common man. Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour. Dirty and sweaty with just enough to get by. . Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul.
The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.. Compression of my space made complete.. I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.. Inanity rolls total through this sphere..
Seize a darkened day,. There's only hell to pay,. And no one left to see this prodigal return.. Sweet apathy's my toll.. You'll mourn the traded soul..
She's a slack one, born of greed. Speaking endless words, long and empty. A beggar who still wants to choose. A dethroned queen still demands her due.