Thrown from the grips of an aluminum vice
One too many chances from the obvious dice
Parallel junctions of a figure envisioned
One too many changes have confused the revision

Etched in a groove and I got nothing to lose
Because I'm so far deep that I'm etched in a groove

Slammed through the wall of an immovable surface
Jostling ideas to provide a purpose
Disposition for some feeling affection
Only to result in the always rejection

Stuck on the words of a dejected friction
Caught on outside of a total evicion
Putting forth the effort to be bitter and jaded
Never to allow the lost malice faded