I have had it easy for most of my lifenAdulthood has brought me a series of complicationsnSwallow these nails, turn awaynI must not look backnnThe ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battlesnIt feels like I have been fighting for nothingnThe ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battlesnI have been too caught up in this crying game and I want outnnI am sick of hearing myself whinenDrink this wine and chokennHere I am, still screaming away the same problemsnthat have fuelled this engine for yearsnI have bathed the faceless in a cesspool filled with my own tears,nPreserving a constant state of shock in its salty watersnnThe ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battlesnIt feels like I have been fighting for nothingnThe ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battlesnI have been too caught up in this crying gamenI quitnnDeep down, there is shade in all of us but there is also luminositynMy flaws have now been exposed by its brightness,n(Turning shades of) black into colorn