The 'S' Is Silent

Origins are discovered,
and covered up, just to keep from being judged.
It's a straight shot from here, to the morgue,
Falling in love with bottles of Jack,
paving yourself a road to No Man's Land.
Luggin' around a .45
Just to feel like you're worth a damn, don't you?
Tell me the truth.
I've been under a lot of stress,
and I tend to believe I've lost my friends,
but they'll come back for me,
They'll always be back, it's kind of a well-placed fact.
Cleanse that non believer,
Make him scream, pull him apart from the inside out.
Killing time by shooting all the clocks in my house.
Paralyzing the very fabric of what it means to be too late.
Ruptured hearts and concave holes
are just too tight a space for my mind to crawl into.
Our hearts would beat as one if ever we find our way back home.