The wind picks up and the clouds converge
Rain falls on a empty body
The fingers caressing a cigarette
Alcohol running through the veins
In the distant, the eyes can see bright lights
While within is nothing but darkness
A useless piece of shit on the ground
Ugly, meaningless, alone, dead
Forgotten behind piles of needles, behind clouds of smoke
A desolate road is what calls the body to stand
The cigarette flame flickers and dies
The body tries but it cannot move
The body becomes caught in a violent storm
Washed away by a sea of lies
Trapped by a rope of hate
Drowning even though already dead
Faces and feelings become even more vague
Light and sound distorted into one
And no more will the body try
Because this is its fate, alone to die