Dead End StreetSit back and enjoy the rideThe people and lives going byEveryone here has somewhere they should goSomething they should doSomeone they should beBut you're just another broken heartOn the road to fatal depressionAnd the traffic's backed up for milesOn this melancholy driveSo many people striving to reachNothingSo drive around with the windows downMusic poundingFrom the radio to your veinsCigarette in one handMind filled with memories ofAddictions and hangoversNothing out of the ordinaryThe same old wretched lifeThe same old driveAnd so the road to suicide will claim another;The ghosts of your brothers
VirusStream of consciousnessFaltering, flickering.(does not compute)This world is illogical,This life irrational;Memories are just what our minds want us to remember.(data corrupted)I am awake but I am not alive;I open my eyes but I see only darkness.I am human by name only;I am not like you.I am the outsider.I only destroy your fabrication of a world--I am the virus.Your perfection collapses into dust,I watch, cold and unfeeling.(system malfunction)I am the virus upon the Earth.I am... sorry.(transmission ended)