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En Route To Oblivion

It underlies, it crucifies,
they undermind,
tonight I undefine.

They lie....
How they lie.

A shot past twelve
and I lose my nerve.
A pill perscribed so
I can get what I deserve.

It infatuates, then permeates.
They agitate;
tonight I elevate.

I wait.
How I wait....

A shot past twelve
and I lose my nerve.
Feels good to be proof
that you get what you deserve.

One more cheer for good time's sake.
I think maybe I'm lost.
Can you pass me one more
pointed word you worthless waste of...

Time....

Time, wind down....