Like A Chokeslam

I start to crumble under self

inflicted pressure

maybe a little late to settle for the lesser

and so I move along, tired and reluctant

a sour state of mind until it's time to disband

the smiles are bitter and the love

it turned to disdain

if this was meant to happen could

somebody explain

just why my head is full of apathy

and distrust

and every single day is beginning to feel just

Like a choke slam, like a tombstone

like an elbow from the top rope

gave it one shot now I'm out cold

and so ready to go

Make it through the day by going

through the motions

a couple drinks at night then go to

sleep alone when

the bottles empty and the pills

begin to kick in

8 hours brake until the same

procedure begins

so I move along ignoring

repercussions

I stay out of the way avoiding all discussion

lay me down and welcome the

familiar sound

of the ringing bell, ready for the 3 count

Like a choke slam, like a tombstone

like an elbow from the top rope

gave it one shot now I'm out cold

and so ready to go

Like a leg drop, like a face wreck

like a steel chair to the forehead

gave it one shot now I'm half dead

and so ready to quit