One Funeral Too Many - Pig Destroyer

All star crossed and starry eyed innocence

Pulled away by maturity’s tide

Loneliness as the void into which

All this warped obsession is cast

Shyness as the dam, denying the river its ultimate purpose

Deafened by all the silent laughter under the whispered promises

Which rusted down to jagged, lies anyway

Stab me again, my sweet little murderer