For fucks sakes, from Monday to Sunday, I've been upstaged,
I'm having too many tracks backed with just none played,
And I'll do whatever it takes, guns, blades, I'll win one day,
I just sit, wish and reminisce that the kiss of Miss Sun stays,
A mass of gore embarks because I'm back to throwing darts,
Where I have to roam, this art is madness, savage cold and dark,
From the power of society they split the back and bone apart,
This world is laughing at these sad and tragic broken hearts,
Pain just breaks us down, forced to be bringing the hatred,
Without being civil how do we live the course of civilization,
My mind happens to crash, smash, and I turn my weakest,
And all I can do is stare, glare, as this world burns to pieces,
None of this we deserve the least bit, we're basked in doom,
Poorly in this story it seems every door leads to a padded room,
From ravaged morning to a savage noon, a rookie fumbles,
The game is lost, we'll play it off, that's how the cookie crumbles.