One day I said to myself, this is no longer fun.
A new version of me, this is the final evolution,
Ill pain’t by numbers and black out the sun
with your pollution, my obnoxious one…
Red head – wet my pallet for dead,
I don’t think it’ll feel the same this time.
we sobered up and everyone was dead.
What we did is our secrete little crime.
I forgot how to enjoy intoxication…
I forgot how to feel my deepest fears!
I hang with losers looking for inspiration’
I am a reaper, a harvester of tears.
I’ll eat up all your hopes and dreams and fears…
please invite me in and pour me some tea.