A.F.I The Checkered Demon
Too much to find, so much so little time.
So many images persist to shade my mind.
Will I ever come around or will I just hit the ground?
Will I still be standing when it all comes down?
Why can't I seem to sort it out?
Why am I always filled with doubt
So many people everywhere,
so self-absorbed without a care of their viral lves.
I'd like to bleed them all, when all is drained who shall hold?
When mindless bodies screw tortured souls,
will somebody be there to catch me when I fall?
Why can't I seem to sort it out.
Why am I always filled with doubt.
How could I always be so
blind? Why can't I figure it out?
I could always hope for change, could always hope to rearrange.
But why not just abandon hope
and tear it all apart, now?
