Текст Of Virtue – The Human Condition

No faith, no faith, I lost it all
In a bet I made
With the devil himself
God was the dealer

When he’s not out
Drinking the night away
Or under the sheets
With another dame, keeping him warm and safe
He’s praying to God
That tomorrow might bring a prettier world
Without his name
Without his face

He’s lifts the glass one last time
To suppress the grief
The regret, the guilt and the shame
Anything to quiet the violent screams of his sins
Hanging over his head
Keeping him from sleep
And he knows damn well
That cold steel between his teeth
Will not end a God damn thing

No hope, no strength
But just enough heart
To lift that last drink
Said my prayers and goodbyes
Counted my blessings
God take me tonight

All those times he fell so hard

Not God

Well now he’s all alone
A drunken old fool
Your washed up son,
With nothing left to prove
Nothing left to lose
Just anger and rage bottled up inside

Nothing left of this broken down man
Besides a couple broken records and…
A familiar reflection

Welcome to the human condition
Where enough is never enough
So keeping fucking our heads
And our livers and hearts and weak women
Until we are under the dirt

All I see is red and grey
The shadows of my demons
Tracing every step I take

In july, 1990 a cretin was born
Who’s only purpose in life
Was to show the world
How ugly he was
And the meaning of self disgust

Yes I am a piece of shit

And I’ll never be proud of it