| Psychopath (RC) Sickened senses
Poisoned mind
Calloused heart
Crooked spine
You're doused with grief
And crying wolf
Unable to survive
Unable to arise
So you threw your problems on the pile
And they burned with the rest of ours
But when you got the ashes back
You learned we're all the same
So pick your battles
Play your pieces
Choose your direction
Or just lose interest
Maybe it's all just a game |