There's not a day that goes by,
Where you stop to think,
Of what you're becoming

Look to the sky and remember
All the things that you use to be
All the things that you do, will come back to haunt you
Til the end of your days

Days melt together
Unable, to comprehend
What's in the present or past,
The only image, in the mirror
Is one of worthlessness

And in the end
The thing that matters
Is unseeable to you
I only hope that one day
He will spare you

You're fucking nothing

Look to the sky and remember all the things that you used to be