• Another day another story to befall daft and def ears,
    Had I known Last Call last night would bring to light all my fears,
    Such shame and bitter hollow void in fury,
    Obscure emotion of which I'm leery,
    Last Call to fall and lose it all in drunken oblivion,
    Another brick in another wall as spoken by many and fallen short of several million,
    To sober up before day break a lost affair for which I could not partake,
    The ritual of life empty and shallow God forsake those foul thoughts which grant us clearance to pillage and take.

    A need to bother a will to forget; In which path lies more regret?
    Stand tall and deliver small: Hell hath no fury like human inset,
    Dwelling the internal marshes of mortality; wrapped in barbed wire the heart breaks unto no fatality,
    Without role nor desire to face your own individuality: all that remains are husk and shell a coil unwound by the living and frail; devoid of structure and offering only a glance into stagnant air and a foul portrayal through the glass fiber of humanity and the dark luster fabrications of bitter lies and a path leading to death in betrayal-
    Face it we're damned; Last Calls are past and we're hung up on reality.