Your sorry old guy
Did it ever occur to you late at night
You're losing yourself
You're perfectly legally killing yourself
You march with your fellow
Companions and cunts
Great hedonist soldiers
And addicted grunts
So much is lost to you
So high the cost for you
So low the path you chose
It's a loss for us both
You sorry als man
Sometimes I wonder if you understand
If you ever see
How you're brought your own hell
Down upon here
You stand with your loyal
And trusted friends
Hand in hand you're marching
To miserable end
You're low as a kite
Hollow on the inside
You heed the siren's call
From where you are
You cannot fall any further