have you heard the latest unattractive news?
my life has been too long, the latest part is used
i’m growing old, the mirror makes me scared
i am the state-of-the-art living -sshole
the concentrate of boredom
the concentrate all concentrates come from
and i wish i was god, why can’t i get what i want
it could be worse, i’m quite ok
though i’m impaled
i’m choking on the remnants of my past life
but it’s ok ’cause i’m not you
i might as well share spit with some death angel
but in case you wonder, i haven’t got any time
i don’t know what to do
so why don’t i go f-ck myself?