Locust Eater

My better days are getting worse

And I feel lost and so alone

So I lay and wait for the pills to take

And the will to live hits my bones

Existence these days is just a curse

And I’m always well beyond tired

Making less and less on the progress

Of my ambition long expired

Fuck, I am so shitty and so selfish that it hurts

I know half a million people who’ve probably had it worse

Serve me upon your silver platter

Like the holy head of a locust eater

Jaded ain’t even the word

I never asked to be a part of this show

We focus only on the absurd

And twist villains out of unhatched heroes

Now, I’m very versed in the language of snaps

When a sudden sound can destroy my peace

And if I had some semblance of stability

Perhaps I'd feel just a little at ease