Stuck in neutral,
these bloodshot eyes say it all.
Severed from energy,
caught in starvation’s thrall.
Rebirth the anti-Christ.
Hang and bleed.
It don’t matter no more.
Just an excuse, or alibi
away from me
to go anywhere but forward.
Want to let go,
but the nothing
is so comforting.
If only I’d known,
it’s my shame,
I’m to blame,
but all this shit remains.
In vain I try to plot a course ahead.
Alright – Low time
Trapped inside – Undead
Once you’ve given up on life,
it’s so easy to lay down and die,
’cause the deeper you go – more you’re stuck,
so fucked – so hard to move on,
believe me, I’ve tried
and succeeded against this
compulsion.
Ambition driven and disciplined.
Phobia of forward motion.
So why not close the eyes
and take the first and final step
towards my life and my demise.
In a suspended state
I’ll just wither
and stagnate and waste.
Tragedy can’t be all that
I have created to date.
I must seek outside,
this inside’s out,
not gaining or losing now;
ascending through reality.
In the skin and out the mouth.
Going anywhere but forward.
Zombified inside the coward.
Exorcism of my soul
to set my life alight
in deed and words.
-Alive-
-Will die-
-Can’t live-
-Dead inside-
HG – 2000-2005
