Wasted memories, sasted time,
Picking away at my wasted mind
Wasted promise, sasted trust,
Tearing away at my wasted lust
Wasted concept, wasted dreams,
Pulling away at my wasted seams
Wasted contact, wasted ties,
That pulled the wool over my wastedead eyes
Wasted karma, wasted gods,
Pushing their way through my wasted thoughts
Wasted doctrine, wasted faith,
Picking away at my wasted face
Wasted motives, wasted cries,
Taking away what I thought was mine
Wasted fortune, wasted war,
Wasting away, I'm barely here anymore
If death is a nightmare and life is a dream
Then nothing's the way it's supposed to be
My wasted tears lining my wasted face
Now I'm living with this wastedead disgrace
Wastedead. So wastedead
