Oh pain. I'm doing bad. I'm getting answers to some questions that I never should have asked.
It's getting old. It's decomposed in fact. Just when I thought it couldn't get much worse life stabbed me in the back. I'd rather face the gallows, ‘cause nothing matters and I'll just change my name. There is no love- just appetite and its consequences keep you up at night. Appetite is lust at best and it's up to us to figure out the rest. I thought that I was working towards the truth. Hoped if I waited long enough, I'd put this passion to good use. And in a flash, cut to me with head in hands, in a fight without a cause. I am a wounded veteran. It's not right now to lose control the way I do. I am slave to this. I am a masochist. This one's got whiskers, it's as old as ice, it's nothing new. I am a slave to this. I am a masochist.