This is a life spent preaching the art of zen
Breaking the rules time and time again
Destroying an establishment fueled by immoral rape of those ethically pure

Virginity lost by the force of natures corruption
Left for dead
Feeding on the ashes of the lost

Life is a game meant to lose; love is one meant to play
We role the dice
Yet the outcome still the same

I need a new dream
This one is broken

I’m packing my bags for the West Coast
Basking in the California sunset
A sweet child of the Lord’s hands to greet me

The game goes on
A new sky to call my own
Her face all too familiar