En Route To Oblivion

Killing Caroline

It underlies, it crucifies,

they undermind,

tonight I undefine.



They lie....

How they lie.



A shot past twelve

and I lose my nerve.

A pill perscribed so

I can get what I deserve.



It infatuates, then permeates.

They agitate;

tonight I elevate.



I wait.

How I wait....



A shot past twelve

and I lose my nerve.

Feels good to be proof

that you get what you deserve.



One more cheer for good time's sake.

I think maybe I'm lost.

Can you pass me one more

pointed word you worthless waste of...



Time....



Time, wind down....