What a plague that's been fucked into my skull and it has me waking a wreck
Tasting colours and reacting to the moods that the trails in the lights suggest
Shake me from a deep sleep to a body where nothing is sacred
We're all a little scared of the foolish characters that the night has blessed.

Punch the steeple with a piss-soaked hand, fucks and bloody murder hollered
One more time with feeling, it'll keep all the condescending saints at bay
A laureate I'll never be reading cover to cover of I life left me recoiling in horror
A casualty haunting every old haunt I've failed without a fighting chance.

Defeated or just fucked? With my night terrors I've been left crippled quiet
Either abandoned, bitter or wretched or a cause for no one's concern
Kick and scream into a state where you can turn away or just throw the whole damn fight
Or dig your own damn hole'til you fall out the other end with cosmic justice to burn.

Lose your legs in a struggle to walk, with your head held high, without choking up
The air grows sour the colder it gets and the sun is just rise and shame
When blackout calls and consequences beckon and a forced smile is not enough
A place to rest your feet and dry your eyes and curse that it always ends the same.