Today I was a product of sins,
I let out negative emotions.
Death is knocking on all doors.
It’s time to explore.
Do I have options?
Trade my soul out at an auction.
I speak and speak, no reaction.
With me and you don’t doubt the attraction.
We are all products of destruction,
Drive ourselves into exhaustion.
Where do the good people go?
My thoughts aren’t a talk show.
Seal me up and send me away,
I think I’ve had enough for today.
Our lives are a puppet show,
And for you I have an electric glow.