Going Postal -

Breathing, bleeding, going postal again

Scattered thoughts, completed goals

Crimes to commit, murders to carry out

Flesh to tear from innocent bodies

Transcending every existing boundary

Hurling through a life so cursed

Leaving behind the familiar rustling

Of shattered ethics and morals long gone

I’ve seen myself in the mirror too many times to think

That' it’s time for a change, that the way I live is a way to die

A beaten man full of regrets

Intoxication level so high, needled skin, tattered shirt

A warped mind facing death as an equal

A warped mind going postal again

At roads end and beyond, herein lies my familiar desire to rise above

To stare down at the rest of the world

Such undeprived filth

At roads end and beyond, herein lies a blood-thirst for pushing every limit

I grit my teeth as I’m staring down at death

Immoral as I am, I erase no regrets

I’ve seen myself in the mirror too many times to think

That' it’s time for a change, that the way I live is a way to die

A beaten man full of regrets

Intoxication level so high, needled skin, tattered shirt

A warped mind facing death as an equal

A warped mind going postal again