The dead light is warm
Or so he said
I observed ignorance and liquor
The foul smell of denial
Im drunk with night as the daylight fights for sight
Young sluts of popularity and unreality
Strip and bleed more and more
Pale, rude, incoherent conversations
Go on and on
Youve claimed a change but showed the same
The usual unimpressive game
You're still identical to them
And unknowingly defeating yourself