pity me if you must
but none of that makes sense
let me fall into lust
for worldly things like the crowd
why continue on when it's over?
there's no way out now...
my luck's run out of my three-leaf clover
maybe i need this pain like some
need painkillers...and pills
however blank of an expression
this embodiment and atmosphere kills
and i keep thinking hell's nothing compared to this oppression