The Years of Decay

violent indecision, surge of mass religion let me out of prison I'm just killing time every time I turn around I start to hear familiar sound counting down as time stands still yes I think it's time to kill time to kill all the mental anguish speaks

Terminal, what disease? Told me too late What's this cough and wheeze? Fatal? You're shittin' me! A second opinion Is what I need Laughin' in a windstorm Blowin' all the cornstalks down Cryin' in a funeral home Forward my mail, six feet underground (

Old enough to know better Too young to core Bent on self destruction Goin' nowhere If I had a reason I could make it work for me If I had an answer It wouldn't be so hard to see I'm feelin' just the same I'm feelin' just no pain I'm not goin' down th