you took the fun
out of hell
and created a spell
with no story to tell
just like the ghost
trying to brake it
just like the doll
trying to save it
you move on
and make the best
of it
win or lose
tin foil lust
of the paper boy`s crust
it`ll come back to haunt you
unless you release what`s in it
for the ones who stand to gain
your understanding
as he broke with his god of choice
who told you
he was going to part with the bark
well, we all know
he never liked trees, anyway
he once even shot a barking dog
a part of a mosquito nation
even if you don`t live there
you`re out all night
to catch the day
but a single ray of light
is still all it takes to lead you astray
leaving you wondering
asking questions
only you and no one else can or will answer
why is this life killing me
or is this just a perfect uppertunity
to actually grow up
what have I done
not to deserve this
come what may
but I was here first
