You fucking tragedy: an empty shell that reeks of life untried and love denied
I piss on your flame burned bright and blacken those eyes devoid of sight
Go ahead and test the knowing look; always heavy like the careless word
Die slowly, choked out knowing you took whatever you heard
It's all the same, it's always the same
Watch me wash out the image, weathered gray and grown
A kernel of truth in sharp talk and all the blood work I've known
Keep this to yourself this time, muzzle your belief in me
You were too worked over in your prime