Parks, Squares And Alleys - Better off Dead

I gave my flesh to the sateless vultures
To break the spirit of a blustery outcast
I haven’t found it as a tag of fortune
So I’m imprisoned, there is no one left I can trust I’m stuck in textures of a baneful comfort
Forming my dreams into a moderate gallery
I’ve crossed a red line, but I’m still unhurt
I haven’t made through devious scenery I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off
I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off There was a moment of sad reflection
And twenty years of purifying misery
Would you consider a bland objection
As a betrayal of your own family? Before I streamlined my fear and worry
It wasn’t easy to be with you one on one
It’s been a great time but I must hurry
Unless you ask me to stay with you on the run In your eyes I see the endless meadow
There’s the only place I wanna belong
I’m OK with things I’ve just left unsaid
I won’t go back, I’d be better off dead I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off
I’d be better off dead
I’d be better off…