Day after day my soul turns dry and brown
Like flowers on a long forgotten grave
Yesterday is dead and tomorrow is a screaming nightmare
Why the fuck should I want to greet tomorrow
When its promise is nothing but a hollow lie?
Do you want me to lie and tell you that everything is rosy sunshine sky blue
When really everything is a stinking cesspool cemetery
Where the coffins have been pushed to the surface by the earthquakes of remembered misery
Yesterday is an agreed upon set of bullshit
Tomorrow is a fucking illusion
And today is an empty set of broken promises
I think all I want is to be left alone
In bad company
With the rotting corpses of my dead hopes
In the long-forgotten graveyard
Of my murdered dreams.
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