{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

Hentrich,
Thank you for your comments. You and the readers of this blog can listen to The Cumshots, lyrics below, a Norwegian band I read in the Nihilist.

Even my fears are afraid
But I don't wanna feel alone together
The doors are locked
And I'm praying to God
That this time it will be forever

Picking at the scabs of my mind
And knowing just what I will find
I'm sorry
Sorry

We all have our demons
Mine is sobriety
These four walls, that's my society

A toothless dog don't need a bone
I'm sorry, mom
I still drink alone

Where the **** is the life I was promised?
I've got picture, but no reception
You have to understand
That by locking you out I am showing you affection

So whoever
Is reading this, consider it an autopsy
'Cause life...
That word just don't mean anything to me

We all have our demons
Mine is sobriety
These four walls, that's my society

A toothless dog don't need a bone
I'm sorry, mom
I still drink alone

Home is where the heart is
So what was it I missed
The home or a heart bit?
Down in the snake pit
Just praying to get bit

I know you're worried
I'm sorry
I said I'm sorry

We all have our demons
Mine is sobriety
These four walls, that's my society

A toothless dog don't need a bone
I'm sorry, mom
I still drink alone