Calculate this life with the precision of a knife,

Through the dreaded rise,

And on into the starless nights.

Analyze my every waking breath,

and scrutinize this sterile path to death.

A once vibrant soul, stripped of light

And shot into the dark, unforgiving cold.

Do you know what it's like to die?

Well I know what it's like to be chewed up and spit out

of this pathetic cycle of life in two records' time.

So watch me get back up,

And brush off the decay, the dirt and dust

Only to fall back through,

Straight to the hell I swore I'd never return to.

Oh, how I long to feel alive,

To be thrust into the depths of midnight skies,

To prove my worth before I'm thrown to the lions,

To claim my throne on top of the world defied.

But these days and weeks blend seamlessly together

Into an emptiness that I'll barely remember.

It's hardly a way to waste away,

"But it's what we're given"

I won't settle for it.