[Originally by Prong]      Nothing breeds more contempt for this world   Than memories now formed   Every moment a new seed   Is grown to no reason, the trouble unfolds   For the trials of today   I'm no jury, really don't care how you feel   The pleasant notion of miraculous change   Drifts into multiple jeers      (Chorus:)   You want the good life   You break your back   You snap your fingers, you snap your neck      Seconds drip through my hands   Washed of moments unborn   All the spaces between bleed   A tribute to the sacrament never exposed   A message to the forces,   I've no pity, don't know how thankful to feel   Expectations of my daily bread   Gives me the hunger to steal      (Chorus)