Blank

We hide from all the pain

Try to live inside a purgatory

We lose ourselves in vain

And we die when it’s obligatory

Who we are is such shame

And who we aren’t is who we out to be

Auditory audibles for fame

Are (our) masochistic pleas

The hallow sound of whiskey

To sleep and to bring us ease

Disease, just a tease

Praying to die while we’re on our knees

Finally we wake up…

But just when it’s obligatory

Lost in vain

Trapped pain

Living in a purgatory