Ignace

23 years old

Male

About

whatever happened to the world of wills and wonders
in this post-plague, rock 'n roll, latterday decay
where we enjoy the darkness, cause it's all that's left
and it goes so well with my true colors
let them set the mood and become a blank
as concience strikes you in the back
whispering let the truth be told,there is no rest for the wicked
you're the toilet of the world but all this shit never got true
and you wonder when we stopped thinking
hanging with hung over strangers and dangers
sinking deeper in the gutter and sleeping on couches
we never saw twice since the girls stopped calling
crawling back in a world of soft and safe
feeding it to the rich as a walk on the wild side
with nothing to eat but the cheapest of beer
and digging in trash to be buried by it, it's the loner thing to do
aware of what my tombstone will say
here lies an unknown man