Decadence Overdrive: Dead Boy Blues


Empty glance and a bottle of pills
Swallow anything that kills
Indolence and apathy
You’re a dead boy, can’t you see?

Make arts’n crafts with your body
Cut your flesh – ain’t that funny?
Masochism and hatred
Down the drain your last hope bled

And it’s quite a shame you know
You’re a stoned ghoul man
With a stone cold soul

The throne of misery you kneel
Self-pity is your common feel
Despair and confuse
Your life is dark shaded blues

Sick and bad memories
Your parents didn’t fill your needs
Love, trust and safe
The only thing you feel is hate