Plight of the Living Dead

I only feel like myself when I feel like shit
And I take another cigarette, press it to my shrivelled lips
Play that same shitty song with the worn out chorus line

If you ask me to my face, man I'm fantastic
And these days even I can't tell if I'm being sarcastic
It's the same sad joke that I've been telling all my life

I'm falling for my own bullshit
And all my empty promises led me into hopelessness
I'm blind and naked in the dark
And if I fall down for a second, I may never get back up

Is it a choice that I made or is this default
Am I heathen or a martyr or a moron in a free fall
I face terrifying moments with a horrifying lack of fear

I'm falling for my own bullshit
And all my empty promises led me into hopelessness
I'm blind and naked in the dark
And if I fall down for a second, I may never get back up

Amidst the roaring laughter
I'm living the affair, my dying liver is the bastard
There's an empty unmarked grave just waiting on my parent's lawn
My obituary is short and sweet
It reads forgotten but not gone

I'm falling for my own bullshit
And all my empty promises led me into hopelessness
I'm blind and naked in the dark

And if I fall down for a second, I may never get back up
Amidst the roaring laughter
I'm living the affair, my dying liver is the bastard
There's an empty unmarked grave just waiting on my parent's lawn

My obituary is short and sweet
It reads: Forgotten But Not Gone