I remember the silent nights, and the endless rights
Suffocating in abandoned thoughts of my mindless plights
Timeless moments sat in beds, televisions rot my head
Contemplating the next endeavor, where ever footsteps tread
[b]decent start, the title was what caught my attention and this introduces the topic nicely.
A belly fed, an alley of trash became a museum of construction
But who knew in that same alley is where id consume dysfunction
to me, possibly the best two lines, even 'museum' and 'consume' fit well together'
Hopeless filled needles, a garbage bag, I find it hard to grasp
a normal situation going from typical, to immediately wrong n bad
need to be worked on, maybe a bit of rephrasing - 'wrong n bad' just sounds like you'd given up for a minute
a Godless plan, or was it fate, that lonely embarrassing day
dreams and ambitions I dared to hold were suddenly carried away
master graduate, collegiate scholar, professor, medical doctor
flushed down the same drain that encompasses inevitable monsters
pushed away vodka, Smirnoff ice, slow down son, just think twice
incarcerations’ intent for your freedom is like women encountering mice
tidy and quite complex which is good, upped your game a lot here
you’ll scream and kick, run for help, but no one will assist you
cause you’ll be cast in a room full of demons, housing identical tissue
meal times dictated, exercise is minimal, visits are really scarce
talking to friends for hours, hoping one day they will be physically there
meth was the source, got accidentally stuck and became addicted
now im trapped inside of another man, whose destiny led me to this prison
a mixed finish between having great moments and like earlier, moments you seem to have lowered your standards in, but the message is clear and it rounds off the verse nicely