The Island
Dr. Crowley Lyrics

Am I doomed to Ocean Parkway
Am I resigned to a life of despair and suffering, forever stuck on Ocean Parkway

In a dirty burlap sack?
Feeling dirty, degraded, and trapped like a worthless object

Nothing more than a pro hooker
Just seen as a disposable prostitute, lacking any value or dignity

Taking hip shots from the back?
Subjected to objectifying and degrading experiences, only being used for sexual pleasure

I keep hoping someone will pay enough
Continuously longing for someone to rescue me from this torment by offering a significant sum of money

To end this suffering
To finally put an end to the ceaseless pain and anguish

But the last dude that just picked me up
The most recent person who engaged me was not seeking pleasure, but rather had ill intentions

Is really into murdering
He derives pleasure from taking lives and causing harm, not from any sexual act

Am I heading to a shallow grave
Am I being taken to a place where I will be buried in a shallow, unmarked grave

With cars just going past?
As cars simply pass by, oblivious to the horrors unfolding

This guy just doesn't want to splooge
This man is not interested in sexual release, but rather in committing violent acts

He just wants to attack
His primary intent is to inflict harm and violence, not to engage in consensual acts

Will the suffering end?
Will this endless suffering and pain ever come to an end?

Will he untie my hands?
Is there a possibility that I will be freed from the restraints that bind me?

Or will I be
Or will I become

A name on News 12?
Will my fate be a tragic headline, just another story covered by News 12?

Will I suck some dick
Will I be forced to perform sexual acts

Or will I die on Long Island?
Is death my inevitable outcome in this unforgiving place?

Nothing more than tits and a name
Reduced to mere physical attributes and a label, devoid of any deeper meaning or worth

Is there more for me
Is there any other purpose or fulfillment awaiting me

Than my parents' disappointment?
Beyond being a constant source of disappointment to my parents

Did any dude give a shit before he came?
Did any man genuinely care about me or my well-being before seeking his own gratification?

Am I a cliche in every way
Am I just a stereotype, conforming to all the expected and tragic patterns?

A long list of dead hoes
Becoming just another statistic among a series of murdered sex workers

My killer just gone with the wind
My murderer has vanished without a trace, disappearing as quickly as the wind

That's how the story goes
This is the grim and predictable narrative that plays out time and time again

You could call me but
Even if you tried to reach out to me, to offer help or support

I won't answer my phone
I am beyond reach, beyond saving, unable to respond or escape my fate

I lived my life full of cum
My existence was defined by sexual encounters and pleasing others

And I died alone
In the end, I faced my demise in complete isolation and loneliness

Cuz I headed to a shallow grave
Because I was taken to a burial site where I would be carelessly thrown in a shallow grave

With cars just going past
As indifferent vehicles continued their journey, oblivious to my tragic ending

The guy just didn't want to splooge
The person who claimed my life had motives far more sinister than mere sexual pleasure

He wanted to attack
His true desire was to inflict harm and violence upon me

My suffering didn't end
Even in death, I was not granted relief from my torment and agony

I still had tied up hands
The restraints continued to hold me captive, even in the afterlife

And I became
And I transformed into

A name on News 12
My tragic fate became a headline, a story to be shared by News 12

If I could've changed my life
If I had the opportunity to alter the course of my existence

I would've done dentistry
I would have pursued a career in dentistry, chosen a path of fulfillment and happiness

I'd be fulfilled
I would feel content and satisfied with my choices and accomplishments

And I'd be happy
Experiencing genuine joy and fulfillment in my life

It would be worth it
The sacrifices and effort would have been justified and meaningful

Just to have a head
Simply to possess a physical form, to exist as a complete and whole being

I just want to no longer be dead
I yearn for the chance to escape the realm of the deceased, to reclaim life and vitality

This stupid fucking parkway
This infuriating and contemptible roadway

With the Atlantic to the south
Adjacent to the Atlantic Ocean in the southern direction

This landscape of a murder spree
This environment marked by repeated acts of murder and violence

Cuz I had dick in my mouth
Because I was engaged in a sexual act at the time, making me vulnerable and targeted

I'm a useless body
I am now nothing more than a lifeless and insignificant corpse

At least I'll never pay a tax
At the very least, I am free from the burden of paying taxes in death

Yeah, you could say I deserved it
Some may argue that I deserved this fate, that my actions or circumstances warranted such an outcome

Just kiss my cold dead ass
Expressing defiance and resistance in the face of judgment and condemnation

If I could've changed my life
If I had the power to alter the course of my existence

I would've done dentistry
I would have pursued a different path, one that would have brought me fulfillment and happiness

I'd be fulfilled
I would experience a sense of completeness and contentment

And I'd be happy
Finding genuine joy and satisfaction in my chosen pursuits

It would be worth it
The sacrifice and effort would have been justified and rewarding

Just to have a head
Simply to possess a physical presence, to be alive and conscious

I just want to no longer be dead
My ultimate desire is to escape the state of death and reclaim life