A Swamp Dog's Tale

You can never dream to be like this
I've seen your kind around
[?] always looking to be found
And nobody's looking
Perfect time to bask in the residue of the [?] my existing bliss
You can never dream to be like this
Gunshots fill your head
Your mother says you're better off than dead
What's the matter, [?] flatter?
Has the final faith of [?] as [?] kiss?
You can never dream to be like this
You can never dream to be like this
Insisting attention at every utter
Perhaps it's time to [?]
Maybe of accused [?]
You could never dream to be like this