Oblivious to the dirt that swells around your every step and The constant barrage of flashbulbs have slowly burned away what little sense of self-worth you once had Carving

yourself with the scalpel in a bitter attempt to scrape off your imperfections While drilling yourself with the needle you reduce your life to a series of mindless endeavors Launched into a fabricated state of mind You've taken your self-absorption too far and a diminished foundation is the only thing that remains
Extending an arm is a mere waste In the extremity of these circumstances the foundation can not be saved Never looking back Floating through life rambling on in a permanent state of dementia At ease on your throne of medication You wouldn't make it if you lost your pills Screaming I've walked this line for the last time But no one hears you call Realization that the only ones that remain are just here to tear you down