Going Postal

Breathing, bleeding, going postal again
Scattered thoughts, completed goals
Crimes to commit, murders to carry out
Flesh to tear from innocent bodies
Transcending every existing boundary
Hurling through a life so cursed
Leaving behind the familiar rustling
Of shattered ethics and morals long gone

I've seen myself in the mirror too many times to think
That' it's time for a change, that the way I live is a way to die
A beaten man full of regrets
Intoxication level so high, needled skin, tattered shirt
A warped mind facing death as an equal
A warped mind going postal again

At roads end and beyond, herein lies
My familiar desire to rise above
To stare down at the rest of the world
Such undeprived filth
At roads end and beyond, herein lies
A blood-thirst for pushing every limit
I grit my teeth as I'm staring down at death
Immoral as I am, I erase no regrets

I've seen myself in the mirror too many times to think
That' it's time for a change, that the way I live is a way to die
A beaten man full of regrets
Intoxication level so high, needled skin, tattered shirt
A warped mind facing death as an equal
A warped mind going postal again