freaks and losers, a million miles from home
you know you'll never win more than half
a moment's respite from your eternal gloom
Go away from here, away from here
you're not wanted, not needed, never were
you don't belong, you never did
desperately seeking relief from your
nothingness and meaningless existence
why trouble me? don't disturb my rest
now you know you face the end
why fight it?
why not surrender to the darkness
that awaits you for you lost the fight
before the race began
can't you see it's over?
why prolong the madness
and the sadness of tomorrow?
when you know you'll never win
so just give in to all the sorrow
that is waiting round the corner for you
© abracad 2003