The right of callous goes to malice

Molder in the grave

The scene to witness inner fitness

Leaves without a wave

To turn about inside the outer

Layer that we save

Becomes apparent when we wear it

Such is the beauty that you gave


You hypnotize my bloodshot eyes

The night life's latest craze

They twist their shouts and jump about

Our memory isn't fazed

By doucumentors recent assent

Into the freakish phase

Remember that we are the purpose

Of this human race


And oh so slowly 

Turn to show me

Where our points 

Are shaved

To them that simply

See us empty

But for not our

Amber waves of sin


A dialogue is half created 

Out of our own words

We like the texture and pretend

That this we haven't heard

Its up to here in good defense

Another loss is cruel

But some how with the help of

Pills, I remain a pillar calm


Lets guess the number of regrets

Our good life will acquire

There seems to be some small

Discrepancy between the truth and lie

But somehow we should work around the better half of dead

Wake up wake up my little one 

My little sleepy head