Glory At the Bottom

Here it is I finally made it Right were they all expected me to crash and burn When will i learn To discern Between the right and wrong turn And just to top it off A couple of extra kicks when im down Or an extra anchor to make sure i drown Stick your blade in Give it a twist Like the blood I spill Wont be likely missed And your Farewell kiss Upon these forlorn lips Will be the last fading memory I'll ever reminisce Its all part of a master scheme To kill my hopes To kill my dreams Where the glory at the bottom Is bursting at the seams From depression to death And all that dwells between.