Mushroomhead

Let your promise deflate,
As your children grow irite
With life, here inside, say goodbye
In time, you'll have to face up to this
Dying human race machine you prize,
Your demise...
Is such the pill to swallow
Echoed, your words ring hollow, still
You muster up some more lies
So hard to realize your fate
Through swollen, twisted, blinding eyes
Pushing the taste of you and I