He sits on his throne
Doom beneath him
Reality kicks in
Yet another Sunday in regret
Of the weekend’s sodomy
Only now there’s no one to answer to
His soul mate and seed have left the nest
He’s lost everything yet learned nothing
His cure is the symptom
But it heals nothing
The rat of the town
Had everything and threw it all away
For forbidden pleasure
The player lost the game
A life sentence of debilitation
He’ll suffer painfully until he dies
A pitiful excuse of a man
He won’t be missed
His epitaph will be a warning
No eulogy
His son of a whore will spit on his grave
His demise is just deserved
credits
from THE STARVED ETHER,
released May 24, 2014
All composition & performance by Carl M. Bangay