Mr. Dime

Neglect or insanity put a cowards weapon in hand Stole from us all, snuffed a precious light. Somethings's broken. Something's wrong. Don't know why, it don't matter now No one remembers his name, but f*ck him anyway It's what he deserves: to be forgotten. Too often apropos, "Four dead in Ohio" There'll be another one for thoughts and prayers Near daily dose. The meter rolls, And now it barely makes the news Keep your god damned sympathy It never changed a thing Damned by sins of inaction Blame festers in us all What's been lost can't be replaced One that touched so many's gone A moments rage sent him to his grave But ennui filled the hole