You're invited to a black heart affair, knives in the back they're optional. It used to be time spent planning dreams, now it's time spent polishing tarnished memories. Friendships lost families corrupted. Frozen innards and drunken debauchery. The gray matter only works so long, why leave it to rot in a prepubescent state.     Time will pass we'll rot away, once it's gone the pain will fade. I hope that neither of us will take this to the grave.    A ten year long understructure, burnt to the ground by a three year match. A fight I knew I couldn't win, now I'm knocked out, knocked out face down again