End Of The Line

You're the type of person, who ain't my type
Got an evil greed and a brainwashed heart
You're a waste of everyone's time
'Til there is nobody left in line

All you've ever done
And all you'll ever do
Is something more than wrong
It ain't right, you fool

You're the kind of person who ain't kind
Got a weird and vague sense of life
What a waste of ink to rhyme
How can you live with your own lies?

How the hell do you sleep at night?
With such a black hole in you mind
Sucking every fucking point of light
Your end of the line is a blank sky