Old Night - Contemptus Mundi

Another bitter men here I come Another happy ending comes undone An empty shell, wretched and broken A collateral victim of things left unspoken So I face the bottom of a thousandth glass Another hazy year has come to pass Apathy is headed for the ultimate high So I make another line just to get me by You have to bear in mind That life is bitter black An anchor pulling you down A noose around your neck A soil that will bear you nothing But a sour yield A broken heart that can never Truly be healed Another bitter men here I come Another happy ending comes undone An empty shell, wretched and broken A collateral victim of things left unspoken May woe betide this accursed race May the last sun set on this godforsaken place As apathy spirals to an all time high I feed the gun and bid my last goodbye Contemptus Mundi