Opened my eyes with temples in strainnpictures of strangers I've wanted to meetnthey're not as real as the bones that I sleep innmissing people that never went missingnwhen I am real I look forward to livingnmaybe someday I'll be a good personnnUnsatisfied with love and kindnessnjust focused on the selfnabsolution reeks of weaknessntemporary culture makeshiftnbad will go the time for themna death taking placenI've watched my generation piss themselves againnHide from snakes with arms and legsnI'd rather just blendnMr. Graves digging ditchesncemetery for the livingnShallow minded patrons suit this million man marchnin this rotting gut degeneration there's only the ebbnThe foundation collapsesnwe continue to hurtnknee deep in a rivernbut we're dying of thirstnthe foundation collapsesnwe continue to searchnknee deep in a rivernbut we're dying of thirst