The Consumer

Reflection stares back and I want it erased

How did I let things get this far

Growing and growing but still I consume

I know its killing me but still I consume

How will I

Face my mortality

When I cant

Face my mortality

At what point will I concede

That I've etched my own epitaph

At least I know that I've found

The slowest way to kill myself

Ran it 'til the wheels fell off

Ran it to an early grave

Reflection stares back and I want it erased

But I'll be damned if I make an attempt to

Turn back the clock and fix what I've ruined

I'll barrel face first into oblivion

Erase