there's not too much
I lack everything
ever loss I gained back
sept for lives I can't get back
died by cancer strokes
bullet wounds & heart attacks
saying the same thing
with every passing
that's that pass the hat
and give back
this is what's scary
it's more dead men
walking among the living
then resting in cemeteries
enough stuff going on
make you want to eat
a hand full of poison berries
most of us want out
yet clueless about who
stands on the other side of the door
hoping it's the one we wish for
if not then what the hell
are we knocking for