Last Resort
When it gets like this
It always comes to that
All I've done is serve my obsessions
left with only one option
The question to be considered
Did I make a reservation?
Again I gambled with what
I couldn't afford to lose
Double downed against destiny
Showing a ten card up
It's a risky game to play
But such a painful pleasure
one more screw up
and I'll own the whole collection.
I'll sacrifice my pawn
nothing more to lose
The remedy for self loathing
is a lethal cure.
There's always a vacancy at the Last Resort
Home to irresistible misfortune all the comforts of self destruction are inclusive.
Miserable place to watch
my ego die.
the paint peeling off the walls
I can feel them closing in
My room has no windows
So I closed the curtains
I didn't want to see
what wasn't outside
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