Crash

Crash
We've come too late, the time has come, I drown my faith in vodka and rum, I turn my back on all I can, I cannot see this master plan,

Nobody seems to care anymore, While I'm walking through that door, I'm taking all my things away, I don't look back on yesterday.

Sweaty mouse, sticky keyboard, Stained by a virtual whore, Clench my fist and close my eyes, I'm lost in an evanescent paradise.

I'm drowned in sorrow, Who can live to see tomorrow, I'm alone, and I don't know why, I'm stemmed by consciousness, rigged to die.

Psychadelia rainbow swirl, lock and key and light unfurled, Scene with iron and candle mirth, Giving way to my savior's birth.

Deep within, stitched with lace, My eyes, my mouth, my whole face, Cannot see this master plan, End it all, this life of man.