Go slow Cruel to himself and generous about it Cruel to the world (it's) not hard to spot it Can't give up Shut up On a tirade Off the top of his head So ripe becoming rotten He's hit the wailing wall To pass out hard upon He's kissed the wailing wall In the thrall of it all Failed his name with no care to hide it Failed escape it's documented Instilled or distilled The spike or the chill It's immolation The lust of non-existence He's hit the wailing wall To pass out hard upon He's kissed the Wailing Wall Headstone tells but nothing about him Headstone reads two decades wasted A funeral pyre With no one to burn it (And nobody attending) BECAUSE SELF DESTRUCTION BRINGS MISFORTUNE IN THE THRALL OF IT ALL No lower heaven For his bones Nor handing life back What it's owed Caretaker careless Of what he's sown Porously reaching His lowest low The negative has just begun Joining the war impossible... In the thrall of it all