i'm tired of my dreams they keep dragging me down
and when i awake i'm stuck with a frown
it's that one and same ambition unfulfilled
it's my self-hate that's got me pinned
and when i look at what's been done
i realize how little i've come
catch me on my morning stroll to the church
it's the last place i have yet to search

all of my friends i could not maintain
last time we sat we slammed cocaine
but now it's ink on my diary's page
and it does not feel the same
your lightning didn't strike it annihilated
thy kingdom is a void and you know it

moving on is fine but some of us move alone
feeling worthless is fine but some of us can't take it anymore
what's the point of a lesson you can't learn from
this godless earth is shrinking empty and numb