He sits home every day doing his studies,
Stayin’ in on weekends ’stead of hanging with his buddies.
All he can think about is passing that test,
Moving out of this prison and becoming the best.
Beatin’ the rest,
Gettin all this shyt off his chest.
His life is messed,
He’s fucked up and greatly depressed.
He just wants a normal life,
But he keeps coming back to that knife.
Will this be the night?
Has he the will left to fight,
Or has the darkness of this world consumed his light?
Some days he believes he can conquer his fears,
Release his anger and be accepted among his peers.
He was going strong until he stumbled,
then his dreams of glory began to crumble.
Like an avalanche beginning to tumble,
crushing his life and his reasons to stay humble.
There’s nothing left for him to do,
he’s at the end of his rope and abandoned by his crew.
Like a deserter he’s left his troop,
Flown the coop, now for that knife he goes to scoop.
Good God, it’s all finished now.
Fuck the world,
now it’s over,
this shits all done,
The reaper has come.