into the maw of madness that once was my life
I keep running circles
a new

the outcomes the same
the people grow sour
what have I become

what have I become...

only darkness remains
the taste has gone sour
a smoke in my hand
it holds me this hour

alive and well
or so it seems
to be so superficial

I am so superficial...

another day, another dollar
I lose out on everything
my life is moving through revolving doors
but I will always change my dreams

another day
in my own personal hell

wake up

wake up...

It's just a bad dream...