I feel Rotten, sitting at my desk with my pencil jottin
Lyrics to express the feelings not to be forgotten
You know how its is, the pains the sores
They pile on because when it rains it pours
Relations closed doors, at work you’ve waged wars
And you look around to point blame, but the blame is yours
You tried to get ahead of the game, what a shame
All those extra hours and still no one knows ya name
Standing in the rain, handing out Demos at shows
They use them as coasters, that’s just the way that it goes
You spend your weekends fine tuning your flows
Trying to Work alliteration into your prose
I suppose, that’s one way to go, the path I chose
Closes down a dark road, no idea where it goes
Sometimes life blows, like gods against you plotten
For your demise, life’s lows are fuckin rotten


You’ve the good guy route, and seen what its all about
Nice guys never finish first, but you sit at home and pout
You liked this girl, and she liked you too
But her current relationship was always her issue
She was scared to break it off, while you waited and waited
Her feelings faded, instated stagnated feelings being castrated
Your boys berated your fixated and frustrated
situation located in life as you try to evade it
Heart’s gyrated in some sort of stalemated, ill-fated
Love life, sensated like your whole souls been negated
Hearts been infiltrated, berated, and checkmated
Leaving you confused as to how life got so complicated
played it back in your head, you hate it, get wasted
feeling more sedated with each beer, grief stripping you naked
You traded self respect for love, tasted nothing but hatred
your view of girls now deviated from the norm , and leaves ya life jaded












Family life hasn’t gone the way you hoped that it could
Wife might be cheating on you, effecting your livelihood
Kids are failing classes more than they pass them
You think if they won’t listen, you need to kick they ass then
Ever since graduation, you’ve got this stagnation
Wife succumbs to temptation and your stuck on probation
You’re a middle class caucasion with no steady vocation
Agitation peaks so You look to god for your salvation
You find comfort in a bottle elation through hyrdration
Of rum, vodka, coke you life becomes a mutation
Of your worst dreams gone through some ill transformation
Your obligation to keep it together lead you to recreational
Drugs use then to needle exploration
With lady H, as your family’s lost in damnation
The equartion solution you look for leads to alienation
From your friends, family, and a rotten revelation