En Route To Oblivion Testo

It underlies, it crucifies,
they undermind,
tonight I undefine.
They lie....
How they lie.
A shot past twelve
and I lose my nerve.
A pill perscribed so
I can get what I deserve.
It infatuates, then permeates.
They agitate;
tonight I elevate.
I wait.
How I wait....
A shot past twelve
and I lose my nerve.
Feels good to be proof
that you get what you deserve.
One more cheer for good time's sake.
I think maybe I'm lost.
Can you pass me one more
pointed word you worthless waste of...
Time....
Time, wind down..