Battery Life Dwindling

Spawn of a single man's terror plot
Born to a mother that fought harder than not
I often find myself rambling until the music stops
Twirling my bad intentions on everyone else's soft spot
while finger banging my own internal fusebox
On, off, on, off
Emotions became a nuisance
Why do I run to Hyde
When my reflection is barking Jackals
Since you're here
Go ahead and buy a ticket
to the Impending Bullet Ride
Nothing brings delight quite like fear
Enjoy the suicide raffle
It'll all be over in another year...