67 Gone Under

The suits might have changed but the nightmare remains as I wake up Reflection betrays the few hopes I retained Am I still alive? I’m weighing up the costs between Filling My belly and warming my bones What do you think? Who do you see? Someone who you think you never will be Grey skin wrinkled by the winds of years that blew right past me Only old men miss old men these days The cold is alive An acquaintance I now know so well A creature they made To devour the voice I once had Devour the voice that I once had Only old men miss old men “Who the hell are Rush? It’s just a t shirt after all.” “Who the hell are Rush? It’s just a t shirt after all” After all so, I’m weighing up the costs between Filling My belly and warming my bones What do you think? Who do you see? Someone who you think you never will be Grey skin wrinkled by the winds of years that blew right past me Only old men miss old men these days The cold is alive An acquaintance I now know so well A creature they made To devour the voice I once had Devour the voice that I once had Take a look at me and wonder when Take a look at me and wonder when I’ll reach the end The suits might have changed But the nightmare still remains Feed my belly Warm my bones tonight