Trough living, hay ride diving.
We want to take it fast, over the edge,
Take us to a fall, we, let’s just say I,
Want to fall, fall, fall, into nothingness.
No one will care anyway. You can leap
From the old, rickety carriage,
As it plunges to land on top of us.
The struggle does not mean death.
It is a delivery from all the bullshit of life.
We all run into that occasionally, right?
I just want to escape, for the cease and
Desist of life to mark an ending to the
Pain. We just need a little help.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 