This Is the Life We Chose - Ramming Speed

The pools of blood, broken glass, the garbage bags

The ungodly stench on the brink of making me wretch

Wandering through this maze, this labyrinth of cacophony

The unwanted pounding at my door, the uninvited guest

A fiery beast ignites where I lay my head

A windowless existence where time decays, can’t tell if it’s night or day.

Space madness sets in. This is the life that we chose

Piss bottles and shit stained walls, a layer of grime that won’t wash away.

Wet brains and dirty mops

The only thing I feel is disgust for the greasy slime who runs this joint

He can get fucked

Within these halls of cacophony one can enter, but one can never leave

The rodents and roaches, there’s failure abound

In this stinking hell hole

This museum of sound