Life,
what a wonderful thing,
that is, if you're into that sort of stuff.
I'm not always so sure I want to be a part of this
ever so wicked steaming pile of capitalist and corporate bullshit.
In fact most of the time I'm quite sure they could just blow all that to hell
and I would care less than a suit in his multinational company's headquarters
cares for the guy who cleans the shiny tiled floor underneath his feet.
if there is such a thing as less than not at all.

But we continue to exist, suits and pawns, all trying to pull ourselves through,
trying to scrape up what little happiness we can find. I suppose it makes sense
in a way. After all, we're all just human. Even the ones who are willing to
rape and pillage the world until there's nothing left to take. Still, murder is
murder, and trying to shove it down peoples throats as a crusade or an act of
justice when it's in fact just about greed and your own personal gain makes it
even worse, at least in my books. Whom do you value more, the guy who stabs you
in the back, or the one that stabs you in the face?

But that's about it for now really. Life goes on as usual...
Oh but I'm forgetting the most important thing,
what I wanted to say in the first place.
Darling, I just wanted to say a few words to you,
as a thanks really.

You keep the bullet from entering my brain
You keep me safe
You shelter from the pain
You keep me from testing my mettle with a train
You keep me sane
You shelter from the pain