I have had it easy for most of my life

Swallow these nails, turn away

I must not look back



The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

It feels like I have been fighting for nothing

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out



I am sick of hearing myself whine

Drink this wine and choke



Here I am, still screaming away the same problems

that have fuelled this engine for years

I have bathed the faceless in a cesspool filled with my own tears,

Preserving a constant state of shock in its salty waters



The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

It feels like I have been fighting for nothing

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

I have been too caught up in this crying game

I quit



Deep down, there is shade in all of us but there is also luminosity

My flaws have now been exposed by its brightness,

(Turning shades of) black into color