F.T.W.

There is no right
There is no wrong
The way we live
There is only wrong
So radical
Destroyed for nothing
And I don’t care
I don’t care anymore
Remarkable
Pulsating creature
Into whose calves
The poison flows
When it is wondrous
It makes us whole
To force a hammer and a nail
Through its soul
Journey to the end of the night
Am I alright?
Do I look alright?
A car has killed you
And your corpse
Has de-discouraged us
To never, never, never, never
Look up the scorpion
In our chests
Cuts the word to scar
Powerlessness
Journey to the end of the night
Am I alright?
Do I look alright?
Journey to the end of the night
Am I alright?