Deterministic Strife

All of my zippers are broken all of my t-shirts are stained all of my words have been spoken all off my hope has been drained.

There’s not much left or a place to go there’s nothing left but be a statistic there’s no place safe to have a show there’s no new way to be deterministic.

They think of me when they want to forget they give pain with each and every breath they will be happy that I no longer sweat they break the chain to become one with death.

It’s not your fault I’m a very hard case it’s time to weather the storm of my life it’s only in another time or warm place it’s only with you I’ve been without strife.