UFO Party

Waiting for that final day I get the unmarked grave So here’s my last reward for years of suffering Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself Buried alive with my thoughts long ago Suburban mausoleum I once called home No doors and no windows allowed Surviving on whispers and rumors for now See all these places that I used to know Withered and crumbling memories made of stone What’s left but the deafening sound Of emptiness filling the air all around The stars I used to believe in Nothing but satellites, uninspiring machines, deceived Waiting for that final day I get the unmarked grave So here’s my last reward for years of suffering Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself Poorly written poetry, a worthless eulogy With zero volunteers to carry me away Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself Always a sucker for heart wrenching hope But somehow terrified that I’ll die alone My fault not wanting to be found Hide and seek champion, 3 decades down Lack of attention, I’m starved to the bone A self-inflicted, kind of tragic syndrome Autopsy shows nothing resounds In my head the echoes have all faded out The stars I used to believe in Nothing but satellites, uninspiring machines, deceived Waiting for that final day I get the unmarked grave So here’s my last reward for years of suffering Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself Poorly written poetry, a worthless eulogy With zero volunteers to carry me away Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself I was always too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself