The flow of things

I asked for success
disappointment came first
failure pursued close
so did the burdens of all my hopes

I've lost all sense in the things around me
mixing my hatred with apathy to slumber in pity
no bar girl's titty will construe this animosity
thrashing mad within the synapses of my mind

if in finding the light I will be saved,
then I will break every fucking bulb that glows
such a shame - wallowing for name
pain is the ultimate game

lets see who can take the most punishment
they place bets and take shots
they is the flow of things
and they are assholes.