Borderline

Some say we are not different
Some say we both are scum
but I am the one who’s paid
the price of your apathetic fun
Some say I could be different
Some say I am no scum
That’s a decent train of thought
Still, decent I won’t become
Some find the hole to escape
Some try to hold them back
No doubt I’ll be a good son
Predestined to walk along your track
See how I pull the trigger
Without removing the needle
Some part of you has faded
Some part of you still wants
all the rest of conscious I have
a vile parental care that haunts
See how I pull the trigger
Without removing the needle
Bars or a syringe is my wage
I’ll have a warden on my side
You were just another psycho
What I am is but borderline