Yesterday I woke up dead.
It seemed like life, but only in my head.
When I’d parse out situations
I could see the degradation.
The love was artificial
so my death is quite official.
Yesterday I ceased to live.
I found that I had nothing left to give.
I just could not make a difference
in this time of no forgiveness.
My shouts disolved to silence.
Words of peace were changed to violence.
I couldn’t call that living
so I just accepted death.
I checked with the officials.
They agreed that this was best.
Yesterday I failed to thrive.
I’d say it’s ‘cause I’m not alive.
You can see a mortal’s purpose -
something more beyond the surface -
but in my case it’s quite glaring
they don’t see past what I’m wearing.
Yesterday I woke up numb.
Right away I knew that I was done.
When I tried to use some reason
I was cast out for the treason.
Put to death without a trial.
Pulled the lever with a smile
I no longer live here.
There’s no reason to exist.
I’m incredibly well-rested.
Truth be told, they quite insist.
I’m no longer breathing.
I don’t bother anymore.
I’m no longer valid
with the assholes keeping score…
with those assholes keeping score…
with those bastards keeping score…
with those bastards keeping score.