he sits and prays for the decay
this is his way to pass the day
when will he see he’s not the same
a man can be without a name
twitching, trembling, shaking,
crying for that fix
when will it click
he’s fucked, plucked, and sucked his brain
turned the plain to decay
he is dying and crying this day
feeding, exceeding, lying, dyeing this day
still crying this day
and fighting this day
his body is decayed
his brain left dead and gray
all this to ease his pain
now no longer the same
he has no future now
cant quite remember now
he wipes the sweat from his brow
then he breathes in his last
all because of his haunting past