A Party For One

Democracy

The beautiful way of life



Hypocrisy

Just another way for your back to get a knife

There’s no turning back



We see you over there

You run without a care in your mind

Just can’t be behind the rest of the pack



You make empty promises you don’t intend to keep

Some people say “you are what you reap”

I’ll tell you again, nobody says “you are what you eat”



You want to beat the opposition

You don’t care if their life is taken

You know some radicals are going to finish the deed if they make it to the end



Once they read what you’ve done in Heaven or Hell, in the Jesus or Satin Times,

They’ll force a smile on their face and remember the good old times



When all is gone, people will read about how times were tough

How you had no one love, except the one up above



Who are you kidding no one is going to fall for that shit

I could give the story of your life in only a trailer bit

Of the movie they never made and never thought about making

Who were they kidding?



Where are your loyal soldiers of yours when they needed you most?

How can anybody host a part for one?

A party for two sound dumb enough



You hold up your thumb up like nothing’s wrong, nothings gone from your life.

That’s right, you don’t care. All you can think about is strife

And your enemies, dying to a knife



We know you threw yourself a pity party; you host one every night

You can barely take a bite of the meals you make for the party of one



You dream about having a son one brisk autumn day

But you can't see yourself as a father, not even to a daughter, when you can’t finish a meal for a party of one



You can’t look in the mirror without being reminded of the things you’ve done

Every disease you’ve overcome, and you think it was all you, dancing to the beat of your own drum



Soon your thumb will grow weak and there will be nothing to hide how you really feel inside

You’ll learn to confide

Conquer your fears



The horrors you get from being you

Every day since you were twenty-two

When you thought you had figured it out, when you stopped sitting on your couch for a while

You looked in the mirror at your smile



Who could this be?

Another man lost at sea?

You can’t take it anymore, your ship is lost at shore



You were cowardly born and you’ll cowardly die

There is no more “just confide”

Death is how the cookie crumbles at a party for one.