Thank-you James. That will be all.

Are you aching for the grave?
Hoping to make the cut.
Is there a wound you cannot stave?
Wishing you were anywhere but.

Is that a tear in the corner of your pain?
Cascading through this eternal nightmare
Lifes' blood spills, leaving an indelible stain
Covering a gap that wasn't really there

If you measure a man by the depth of his lies.
Then watch as we kneel before the final crown
This unfathomable soul thus meet its demise
Its highs just serve to bring me down

With hope lost, I'm blind to living
Funereal flowers and the stench of decay
A world full of victims no thanksgiving
The convulsions of life have made me this way

I've been getting away with it.