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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