Self Sacrifice

Don’t know why I always bang my head against the wall rather than walking thru
the fucking door, But that’s the only part left of the original me;
the world takes everything else that’s worth fighting for,
Wedges a job into where my soul used to be; politics and religion where my mind
used to dream,
The dirt; the hunt and the raw sex of my being is now just some money chasing
scheme.
Put your self on the alter,
And draw the blade
I wake up every morning to traffic; I go to work where they call these
worthless numbers to my million-miles-away-mask,
I go thru motions; trip thru moods; stupid people; and come out on the other
end of some automatic idiot task,
They say everyday is a choice but it’s not it’s an ultimatum; you do what it
takes to make a living or you don’t,
So alive and barely living I surrender myself to the woeful will I know that
won’t.
Everybody wonders what’s wrong so you reveal your deepest feelings and
immediately feel absurd,
Because you don’t know if those are your deepest feelings or just some fucking
words.
Put your self on the alter,
And draw the blade.
So this thing in me; way back in my dark regions that continually emits this
low growl; goes unfed yet not starved,
It just sits there sneering at the god damn world while I try to draw some
sense from this path I’ve carved,
Time is like a shy smile you cannot see her teeth; you don’t know how long
you’ll have to suffer this game,
But it couldn’t be much longer because it’s easy to see the point and we’re all
almost exactly the same.
Put your self on the alter,
And draw the blade.