Testo Bitter

I told myself that no disparity of mine
Would cause the realignment
Of this angry bitter spine
But as I fight to find the time
And peace of mind to rewind and redefine
The stigmatic intertwine
Composed of sandpaper and brine
A jagged crooked line
Holding my skeleton intact
And when the sun ingests all hydrogen
Existence fades to black
No align will redefine the static malign design
A stale tale of derail
Of mindless human decline

I will subject my soul
To what my demons bring
Their inflection is the last note
I'll ever sign

This is the last note I'll ever sing