All of my zippers are broken
all of my t-shirts are stained
all of my words have been spoken
all off my hope has been drained.
There’s not much left or a place to go
there’s nothing left but be a statistic
there’s no place safe to have a show
there’s no new way to be deterministic.
They think of me when they want to forget
they give pain with each and every breath
they will be happy that I no longer sweat
they break the chain to become one with death.
It’s not your fault I’m a very hard case
it’s time to weather the storm of my life
it’s only in another time or warm place
it’s only with you I’ve been without strife.