Letters from the Lunar Outpost

I count him braver who overcomes his desires than him who conquers his enemies; for the hardest victory is over self.
- Aristotle, Greek Philosopher (B.C. 384-322)

My spirits are high as I drown myself
My aspirations placed upon a shelf
A friend of a friend once said of me
I’ve got a good heart but it’s saturated

And no one can save me from myself
And I do not care to even try

I have vandalized my soul
I have lost the will to care
I don’t know if there’s a hell
But I’d rather meet the souls down there

I’ve never had faith in the world’s religions
Material things I have no respect for
There’s nothing in life I look forward to
If this was a country I would be a defector

And if I – and if I – and if I wanted to try
No one could save me from myself
Goodnight now

I have vandalized my soul . . .

I have scandalized my name
I have lost the will to care . . .

I am blessed and I am cursed, I’m the best and I’m the worst
I am blessed and I am – CURSED

I’m the best and I’m the worst, I am blessed and I am cursed
I’m the best and I’m the worst, I’m a mess and I am cursed
And I’m drivin’ my own hearse, I am blessed and I am cursed
I’m the best and I’m the worst

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