Endless

There is no luck In this word Left for me Tragedy My own doing Is my own end The taste of salt Fills my mouth From bitter blood And broken hope It never goes The way it should Nothing I say will mean a thing My final words will just be a theory Pushing an unending supply Of hatred and misery Until the world is a cemetery Until it's left incinerated This life's but a fucking dream It's all just lies and arbitrary My own doing Is my own end The taste of salt Fills my mouth From bitter blood And broken hope It never goes The way it should