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