The End

Body's sore and mind is empty,

All the fantasies of violence,

Have finally subsided for the day.

The world is going crazy,

Diagnosed and lazy,

I know there's got to be ten other ways.

Sifting through the madness,

All the apathy and sadness,

Tryin' to build a something of my own.

For all the debt we've gathered

Roast it up and slather,

Grab a fork and come collect your loan.

Mine the precious moments,

Make the dots connect,

Do it all again.

Stack up composition,

Share it far and wide,

Until the end, until the end.

Find your kind of flower,

Beneficial to devour,

Meet a pretty girl and make a home.

Chop the wood and clean the kitchen,

Make her happiness your mission,

Maybe you can reap some honeycomb.