The Great Depression
Man what a concept
Is this still life
Well let's see the spoon is empty
The bowl is empty the glass half empty
And you are totally full of shit
How contrived You cried "wolf" now the monkey shines
And the muses are laughing at your art of living
It's damn insulting to those who don't
Have a choice about starving to death
When the mind is empty the mouth is always screaming
My soul is empty and my heart is screaming, feed me.
Now that sounds romantic - oh how romantic
Oh how brilliant
How sad how fucking lonely
You are your only friend
You are your own worst enemy
No one is going to hurt you
You do that better yourself
No one is going to desert you
You do that yourself
You are the best so better yourself
Autor(es): Himsa