Part 5
The Cd released
Recorded lame
Sounded like shit
Who is to blame?
Maybe myself
I do not know
Maybe this guy
It might be so

All senses lie
On which relied
Mediocre
Next Season tried

Another wreck
A thousand pressed
I cringe at thought
Ever depressed
Unopened box
Still mocks the goal
In my garage
It never sold
To hear this sound
My soul is wrecked
Next Season was a piece of dreck
No drudged up pain or Finster cry
Will penetrate my ears tonight

All senses reel
From nerves of steel
The tears I shed you cannot feel