Doomsday

Hello, I’m sure you know by now I’m right back where I started
Upset by life, and, out of spite, myself I have outsmarted
My hands are hurt from punching dirt out back by my garage
I wish it’d break, the ground, my hate, my self imposed mirage

I’m tricked, I’m fooled by the same tools I used to stay alive
Without false hope, I’ve lost the rope I held on to survive
I felt my soul fall in that hole, my dark side had open arms
When it said, “Open, just let me win today, now what’s the harm?”

And I can’t kid, because I did, and now I’m feeling mean
There’s no escape, no changing fate, even when I dream
Because I HATE this song and dance, I HATE what I must see
I hate myself, I hate this hell, I hate whatever’s wrong with me

By hell I mean her smile, her smell, it’s everywhere I run
Her voice and touch, around so much, try hiding from the sun
I tried to grasp, so hard to clasp, my dreams, but fingers slip
And now I’m sure I’ll never lure in her (APOCA-) lips..

So now I’ll only feel as good lying face down on the floor
Face down on the cold ground, because my eyes are so damn sore
Since I’m going out of my way so people mean it when they say
“There’s something angry in your eyes today…”
There’s anger in my eyes today…