Cruickshank87

What I hate most in this life is a long night Four walls and no calls, and no lights But the moonlight creepin' through the blinds Ceiling fan on high spinnin' I'm beginning to believe that Tonight is the night dead by dawn I'll shred my palms to the end of my arm I'm spread and gone, embalmed Put me in the dirt where I belong Existence is overrated anyway Fifty years later They won't remember you're dead Six billion people living as civilians And I hated them all I should have been a vermillion Reptilian living in a swamp (At least I'd have scales to Protect me from the pain