[ At times, a tirade fades to a fit of tears ]

At times, a tirade fades to a fit of tears
You're hiding in your room, some kind of subterfuge
A fugitive in your own mind,
Running from mankind
Cursing how you were designed
While paranoia makes you think they're coming up from behind..
but you're blind.

Scattered breath and steady tears
You're as ugly inside as your scarred skin
You're marked with "hate"
You're marked with "nothing"
You're marked with "bleed" and "die" and "goodbye"
You're a marked man, gun to your own head
Collect your own bounty in Hell.

Spooning the cocaine into your tea
Stirring, stirring, a small drop of kerosene
Take the pain away with a oxycodone
The small peach pill that condones what will soon be
Your lack of oxygen..
It says so in the name
Your name should be "Nothing"

The stars are falling for you tonight
They wish to join you in your bed
Wish to kiss you goodnight forever
Wish to bury you beneath the earth
Wish to grant you your relief...
But what of the others?

Fuck the others.
You're worthless enough so that you can be selfish.