En route to oblivion de Killing Caroline

It underlies, it crucifies,
they undermind,
tonight i undefine.
They
how they lie.

A shot past twelve
and i lose my nerve.
a pill perscribed so
i can get what i deserve.
It infatuates, then permeates.
they agitate;
tonight i elevate.
I wait.
how i
A shot past twelve
and i lose my nerve.
feels good to be proof
that you get what you deserve.
One more cheer for good time's sake.
i think maybe i'm lost.
can you pass me one more
pointed word you worthless waste

Time, wind