pay the cost to be the slave not the boss

[Old Rotten]

absolute atrophy of mind body and soul
resolute to be all I can be find a common goal with these foes
I feel froze, bewildered, closed off and exposed
minds sealed lips don't utter anything of purpose and no one knows
no one cares to know I don't dare to show these demons
at night I hear them screaming get a life you fuckin heathen
find a reason find a friend find the seasons of life to help you mend
but fuck that I duck back into my hole and turn the TV on
I keeps me removed from what is really going on, I'm gone
deceased but not in a earthly sense I long to repent
to be forgiven life is not forbidden it's a choice to live without a voice
relationships destroyed fuck em never needed them, no void
no choice but to get high again and avoid my life again no choice but to die again
and again it never ends it never mends I never forget this loss
pay the cost to be a slave not the fuckin boss