Untitled Lyrics

I bare a razor blade smile
The disfigured reflection of a failed generation
As revolting as the world that broke me
As honest as a suicide's last choking breath

The mirror's broken and the shards of glass reflect my shattered emotions
And the shards of shattered hopes and dreams
Their blades are sharp but carving new wounds has lost its luster
And there's only so many tears to feed on

And only so many tragedies before you're a monster
So what's the cure when you're consumed
By the certainty of a bleak empty future?

I bare scars that reflect the world I was born into
That reflect the cry for help for help from a generation left to rot

As sickening as the current state of life
As haunting as an Abyss of debt
As depressing as this world of illusion
As certain as the future's great depression

And all of the churches prayers, and all forefather's regret
Can't save us from the fucking grave that's been dug
Left without hope, without a fighting chance
Of meaning or a purpose, or an end