Parks, Squares And Alleys — Better Off Dead

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I gave my flesh to the sateless vultures
To break the spirit of a blustery outcast

I haven’t found it as a tag of fortune
So I’m imprisoned, there is no one left I can trust

I’m stuck in textures of a baneful comfort
Forming my dreams into a moderate gallery

I’ve crossed a red line, but I’m still unhurt
I haven’t made through devious scenery

I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off
I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off

There was a moment of sad reflection
And twenty years of purifying misery

Would you consider a bland objection
As a betrayal of your own family?

Before I streamlined my fear and worry
It wasn’t easy to be with you one on one