Assimilate my simple fate, shards of a hopeless timeline
Discard my will and destiny, if I ever hope to find mine!
The white line between postmortem and a daytime; crossed
Toxic dreams- further distorting my abating thoughts
Escort me to where babies rot, in the hellfires of stupefaction
My origin seeks the remedy yet their desires pursue madness
Acute sadness is the by-product of architecht's fornication
As well as my morbid fragrance and sordid hatred for life
No PhD can explain my strife, it's my enemy, but still
God must admit my Lady Destiny got fucked on the hill
Raped and beaten, never tamed by any on my family tree
I'm ashamed, who knows where this insanity leads
Profanity seed, an offshoot of Dead Reverie and Broken
Riding bikes with other tikes, left my memories hopeless
Could I've chose this?
My beautiful future caught in the headlights of a truck
It's almost as though God sent mine to get fucked!
Searching for the attrition that might fit in my fixture
My lament, it was not my decision to live as a prisoner
Now I'm on a different world, with no mobility function
Spent ten enternities ensnared in a chivalrous junction
I'm missing instructions, will I ever play football again
Mother says "Don't cry honey, its only a broken leg"
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God, ma it hurts
Are we in church?
no, ma, but ever since that damn truck hit me, i've been in intense pain
This people are experts, dont worry
who are they?
Doctor Brannigan and his nurses
Who?
He's a hospital doctor
Oh my god, the doctors are hostile! Sharpen this pencil, ma, theres more to complain about!