Resuscitation is my natural state, so don’t consider me a Hero
I’m on Active Duty, my Spirit Patrols, even those who’ve earned the title...Zero
I picked you up, brushed you off, then helped bring you back to...One
My happiness is yours, my sadness is mine, but with your bullshit...I’mWell Done!
Patiently watching the Hour Glass fill with Sand
While motionless and still I stand, waiting for you to get with the damn program
Sitting stuck and fucked-up, from selfish actions that’ve run amuck
I became a babbling idiot, dumb-struck to your plan
Like an asshole sitting in front of a full plate of food...starving
But can’t eat because he’s sitting on his own fuckin hands
So I dwindle, while my hunger grows
Wasting away slowly from emotional woes
Beaten, bruised and broken from bare knuckle blows
Waiting for heaven, living in Hell wondering why, because God Only Knows
Getting weaker from constantly giving away my strength
So I ask the Grim Reaper to grant me one last wish through this drying Ink
Writing on so much parchment, turning Lush Tropical Forest into Desert Waste-Land
Withering thoughts of...I think I Could’s, when it use to be...I Know I Can
No More Tears To Moisten Flesh
Dehydrated Memories of when I was Full and Fresh
I Flooded You With My Very Own Life Quenching Rush
While You Dried Me Out, Now I Fatally Suffer And Crumble Into Dust...