38

Incapable, player in a cast of millions

Fuck it up, guts burning yet again

Live on adrenaline and fear of defeat

Fear the cunt who takes the prize

Sweet nausea, knowingly expectant

Fucking laugh you fucking joke

Disjointed and obscure

Don't spill the beans, just fucking watch

Just imagine the shining wall

Can't take it, just want to be sick

Take another drink and smile

In front of the face

And pray for 38

Lay yourself down, son, and watch the gathering crows