September 2008
Come one and all and see the broken man, talking to himself He sits and waits for something better, he'll never find it here The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek; he can't even feel it There
What a skeletal wreck of man this is Translucent flesh and feeble bones The kind of temple where the whores and villians Try to tempt the holistic tomes Running rampant with free thought to free for
need some sleep You can't go on like this I'd tried counting sheep But there's one I always miss Everyone says I’m getting down too low Everyone says You just gotta let it go You just gotta
Destroy everything you touch today, destroy me this way Anything that may delay you, might just save you You only have to look behind you, at who's underlined you Destroy everything you touch today, d