You sorry old guy Did it ever occur to you late at night You're losing yourself You're perfectly legally killing yourself You march with your fellow Companions and cunts Great hedonist soldiers And addicted grunts So much is lost to you So high the cost for you So low the path you chose It's a loss for us both You sorry old man Sometimes I wonder if you understand If you ever see How you've brought your own hell down upon thee You stand with your loyal and trusted friends Hand in hand you're marching To a miserable end You're low as a kite Hollow on the inside You heed the siren's call From where you are you cannot fall any further