There’s no buildings or mountains tall enough to fall to my goal
No sunken ships deep enough for me to explore
There’s not enough snow and ice to freeze me at the poles
No caves or holes go down far enough to melt in the core
No bullets stray to reach me
No rope tight enough to please me
No temperature hot enough to tame me
Only mental demons come play with me
I wished upon an alter to find no restitution
No willing human worthy enough of my thoughts
Every problem without a final conclusion or solution
It’s time I fight, that doesn’t exist, that splits my wrists, with what I’ve forgot
No slumber in a shallow grave
I’m still 6 feet up and lame
Bored with this bored with that
No slumber in a shallow grave
Hatred spills out for no reason or right
I don’t feel at ease anymore at night
I spin and toss and sleep away the day
I spit and cuss and hate everything the same
What reasons here are now in season
For whatever cost their here with reason
Possible loss of mental keep
Or the need to slaughter innocent sheep
I swore upon the righteous path
To beckon me forth on ground of new
Yet new is old and old is boring
So here I sit bored and blue
