A shroud of smoke, a shadow cast, a monster of a shitty past, an empty shell, a pile of trash with a mouth that moves to fast.
With ears that listen but refuse to hear, clogged up with words from all these years, nonsense that's built on pain and beer, fueled by thoughts of death and fear.
So damn depressing, this life of mine, I want to change but cannot find, and inch of rope for me to climb, so I drown inside the tides of my mind.

I see nothing, but the reflection of a bum.
A dead beat father, a shitty listener that's deaf and dumb to the world that surrounds him just shut off on the inside of his mind.
I want my last meal to be a bullet in my brain just give it time.

I'm still alive no thanks to me, but through lack of sobriety.
Live by my hands, my life they mold, just empty words that grow to old.
My Friends provide such great support, yet on my own I still Fall short.
Selfish and stuck up, fueled by my own eagle, a byproduct of apple pies and eagles.
And all I do is push folks away, left to stew in my own decay, Because of these thoughts so dank and gray, I'm left with nothing much to say

I see nothing, but the reflection of a bum.
A dead beat father, a shitty listener that's deaf and dumb to the world that surrounds him just shut off on the inside of his mind.
I want my last meal to be a bullet in my brain just give it time.

Should I just stay inside this box?
Cut out my tongue so I can't talk?
Break these legs so I can't walk, and bury this vessel under rocks?
Close the doors to my sweet home, that exists only inside my bones, that ache and scream a deathly moan, the results of being left alone.
I'm too afraid to let you close, because you're the ones I love the most, and life's an ocean we're on a boat, the more I live the less we float.

I see nothing, but the reflection of a bum.
A dead beat father, a shitty listener that's deaf and dumb to the world that surrounds him just shut off on the inside of his mind.
I want my last meal to be a bullet in my brain just give it time.