Contemptus Mundi
Old Night
Another bitter men here I come
Another happy ending comes undone
An empty shell, wretched and broken
A collateral victim of things left unspoken
So I face the bottom of a thousandth glass
Another hazy year has come to pass
Apathy is headed for the ultimate high
So I make another line just to get me by
You have to bear in mind
That life is bitter black
An anchor pulling you down
A noose around your neck
A soil that will bear you nothing
But a sour yield
A broken heart that can never
Truly be healed
Another bitter men here I come
Another happy ending comes undone
An empty shell, wretched and broken
A collateral victim of things left unspoken
May woe betide this accursed race
May the last sun set on this godforsaken place
As apathy spirals to an all time high
I feed the gun and bid my last goodbye
Contemptus Mundi