A Brush With Fame

On this hill and on this day,
I starved myself, I began to say.

Five by five and creep by creep,
I killed the lot of them, dead in the street.

I can't see and I can't hear,
But I can still think, thats my only fear.

Trapped by life and cornered by death,
I'm ready to give up, give up my last breath.

On this hill and on this day,
I starved myself, I began to decay.