Vagrant Stomp

Imagination is the curse of every liar

Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire

And everyone will say you're crazy

Spending all your time being oh so lazy

Corruption is the plane to take you higher

Medication is the key to hallucination

The only saving grace we have is amputation

And who decides what we call sinning

Losing everything just to show we're winning

The rising of the poor is the salutation

Black hearts, on fire

With terminal spirit disease

False hope, expires

Bringing the world to its knees

Strychnine desire

Open the wound to release

Black hearts, on fire

With terminal spirit disease

Black hearts, on fire

With terminal spirit disease

False hope, expires

Bringing the world to its knees

Strychnine desire

Open the wound to release

Black hearts, on fire

With terminal spirit disease

Twisted visions

Burning deep in the back of my head

Tainted dosage

I don't remember what the doctor said

Numbing feeling

Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones

Sleepless dreaming

Never before have I felt so alone