Crazy Eight - County Home Road

Walk myself into the ground
Silence becomes the loudest sound
The bitter truth that I have found
This is the first day of my life

All eyes look this way
I am the new disarray
Squire of castigation
Morbid infestation

Maniacal
Suicidal
Lying alone in my fucking cell
I’m on my own at was with myself

Senses so fucking acute
I can hear stories from the walls
Of the constant recipients of ridicule
(So attentive)
I hear the secrets of the walls
The insinuates of them all

This is the first day of my life anew
Brought about by constant hate for you
Latterly looked upon as miniscule
The shame collects and the infamy accrues

On constant fucking surveillance
Held on seen fucking life support
My mind becomes a sullen expanse
Counting down the days until court

Senses so fucking acute
I can hear stories from the walls
Of the constant recipients of ridicule
So attentive
I hear the secrets of the walls
The insinuates of them all

NEW LIFE
NEW STRIFE

Walk myself into the ground
Silence becomes the loudest sound
The bitter truth that I have found
This is the first day of my life

THE FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE

Crazy Eight

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