Everybody loves a liar
We all know its true...
You walk through the fluorescence, turning
a corner to find a brown box on the floor...
My name is gossip
I am not your friend...
March to the music
Of death and deceit...
I sat today in front of my computer,
I finally let go of all the future...
What's Left of Me.
Her wheels are turning down an old dirt road...
We mindlessly scurry and scuttle,
To work, To home, To bed...
When all man kind
Start to get along...
Whispers,
Fluttering in the breeze...
Words are spoken, and yes they hurt,
Thoughts are put into sound...
Cowering in a corner,
So neglected and decrepit...
Eaten Alive.
She got beneath my skin and she ate me alive...