ThreeStrikes

such a waste as you erase, fall far out of grace
turn your back on the rest, morals all but left 
the constant need to juggle, the self-inflicted struggle
bat a wandering eye while walking idly by
one good look, all it took, now they're instantly hooked
sick that it makes you proud that you draw such a crowd
the deep, sinking hole that has become your soul
the depravity holds no gravity when you call it serendipity
such a sad world to hold as I'm lost in the fold 
caught the wandering eye, became ingrained in the lie
my reality as it collapses, awash with drunk passion 
suppose it's my own fault - no restraint, no control 

that's strike one, proceed with caution 

didn't ask you for much, really anything at all 
you came during the flood, when everything was wrong
my life, the twist, destruction in the tryst
never should have been in the situation to begin
in light of the lie that collapsed another life 
fucking around just to dull out the sound 
forget every moment spent with the disconnect 
what the hell am I but a subculture left to die? 
mistreated introspection you'd hide from detection?
enlightened inner sight you'd hide from your own eyes
a blotted out collection of misconstrued conjecture 
and thoughts long begot that you'd just rather not 

there's strike two, put it all on you 

feel the slightest bit alone when you head to your home?
a familiar hold, an air ever-told, of a similar mold 
den inbred with the shame and the dread 
festering, pestering, worsening as you're wondering 
sleepwalking all night against constant fright
fear of your other as he discovers your poor cover
the fear as it's fed whilst you're lying in your bed 
tossing and turning through the pain and the yearning
conceited and defeated from the life you depleted
confused why it's this way when you're entirely to blame
and these tired eyes writhe as they fade into the night
empty and wide, buried before they've died 

...strike three, get the fuck away from me

three strikes, now the end is in sight 
cut off, collapse, as everything crashes 
three strikes, now I'm done with this strife 
you're cut off, collapsed - the destroyer of passion