I feel so wasted
Strangled by time
Searching and searching
For meaning when there is none
Wasted and wasted
Looking for meaning
In your blind hatred
You only see me for sweat and blood
Killing everything to leave me with none
Elder pestilence
Your greed is blinding
These are waking nightmares
The terrors in pale skinned light
This is what I fear as they speak of me!
Youth is fleeting
There is a seam for that bends and breaks
Where one moment becomes another
I can't tell the differences between one or the other
I sit in the darkness to contemplate
What or whom will come in this darkest night
These are the waking nightmares
I am a product of your work
Everything you built
Valued only for skin
Left beaten and used
Disposed and defeated
A life no meaning
Your goals and awards
Left with no chance of achieving
Elder pestilence
I see you for your judgements
Elder pestilence
I see you for your weakness
These are waking nightmares
The terrors in pale skinned light
This is what I fear as they speak of me!
Youth is fleeting
The wrath of the demented
The ballad of the deranged
The fragility all seems so desperate
So strange
Youth is fleeing
A drug
An Ecstasy