The Appeal Where are you now and can you see, I could really use some help. Limited options, starting and stopping, talking all night to myself. Bruises and scrapes and voices on tape, memories steady fading The future unfolds, I've seen what it holds, the only thing left is the waiting. Vultures will swarm over earthly possesions and fucking for fun is your greatest obsession. To stuck on yourself to see anything bigger. Well if anger's a gun, then you're pulling my trigger. Served with a smile and some greed on a platter. We're feeding on hate watch the world getting fatter. Walking on egg shells, watching the wheels disguarded lost sheep only whole when he steals. Reality check, nothing good left is real. So we're closing it down, we don't see the appeal.