My Cups Half Empty

The hunt is over now

You've almost made it out

It took us several days

To remove your tumor thought benign

Bracing for it

My how the tables have turned

I said my how the tables have turned

Don't look down

I hold in hand, the answers to life

Six heads to a neck, and I know

They try to survive in the night

Thick are their wits, they have many names

They reach for a kiss, and end

All of those with alloy and aim

Trust us, they'll promise, this won't hurt a bit

Trust us, they'll say, this won't hurt a bit

Pain has the worst taste in its mouth

Anger will delve you into the deepest of mind

Hate condemns a man of trusting his love

Time knows truth is only saying I