Текст песни R.I.P.

The boy he sighed, wilderness is lonely.

CYNICAL THOUGHTS CORRUPT MINDS.

The silence of embarrassment led him to believe

That misfortune had played a part in

Destroying the once placid image he had

Perceived; at this time it seemed rewardingly

Harmless, and as the time clock moved on,

Tick after tock, he sensed a sudden urge for

The things he normally rejected so much.

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND!

The rage he was seeing left him paused in

Awe of the immensity shown in the structure

Of simplicity. He called but in a helpless
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Plea for insanity to smother him in it's

Weight; bearing scars too harsh to

Recapture the rush of hatred he was to

Experience in the very near future.

SLOWLY, SLOWLY, CATCHY MONKEY.

Like floating on a breeze, his mind became empty,

And thoughts he had worried about so much,

No longer seemed important. This new

Found plateau bore an emptiness as cold

As the blood surrounding his heart, but, as

Promised he was at peace.

To be wrapped up in solitude holds no catch,

Except boredom of the greatest power.