We are undoing ourselves,
We are becoming less human all the time
Must return to the dust and grime.
It would be sublime.
In the end, will you be content with what you've contributed
Suffering, just to satisfy your cravings
Now it's your turn to die.

When all breathing ends
When you've finished your life
Did you make amends
Or did you end in strife
When all breathing ends
When all breathing ends
When you've finished your life
Did you make amends
Or did you end in strife
When all breathing ends

Your existence
Your Life distilled into burning essence just comprised of you.

Agony or peaceful breakthrough?
You can choose now, It is up to you

End the hate
It is not to late
Own your truth
You must contemplate
Deep inside
Completely petrified
To do what's right
Swallow your fucking pride

Fuck your pride
Fuck your pride
Fuck your pride

When all breathing ends
When you've finished your life
Did you make amends
Or did you end in strife
When all breathing ends

When all breathing ends
When you've finished your life
Did you make amends
Or did you end in strife
When all breathing ends

The fascist higher-up pigs are beneath us They're one upping each other again in terms of how much crazy shit that they can get away with while the world breaks and we're all fucking broke.

The Grocery stores have that distinct smell of cigarettes, dirty assholes and B.O.
More traffic than usual, and it seems like I'm not the only bad driver on the roads

Checks out.
Checks out.
Checks out.
What? Cheques are out?

The liquor store is packed.
Let's tie one on tonight.
Fuck bag smokes, colt 45s and Mr. noodles.
I'm getting Export As and a bottle of whisky, some McDonald's, and Percocet.
We might as well enjoy life at least a tiny bit before the nukes launch. And we all die

Cheques are out
Cheques are out
Cheques are out

Wow, wee. It looks like there's a few more wars on the go this week, a new disease, and Elon Musk turned himself into a robot that looks like Hitler and ran for president.

He's in the lead.

The liquor store is packed.
Let's tie one on tonight.
Fuck bag smokes, colt 45s and Mr. noodles.
I'm getting Export As and a bottle of whisky, some McDonald's, and Percocet.
We might as well enjoy life at least a tiny bit before the nukes launch. And we all die

Cheques are out
Cheques are out
Cheques out.

Would you care for some tea?

I feel empty
Mostly dead inside
Horrible thoughts
Keep me up at night
I wear a mask
To hide the pain
Can't subject you
to my fucked up brain.

You won't
See me die again
I am strong for you
My very best friend
I’ll try to be there
Until the bitter end

Will it ever end
I don't know
Seed a thought
and watch it grow
Wear a smile
when I'm feeling low
What's behind the surface
You don't want to know
Captured time
In a priceless frame
Splintered in the ground
In the pouring rain.
when my time has passed
and you remain
Know that I've loved you more than anything.

forgive me father
for I have sinned
I have so much lust
I don't know
where
to begin

I'm addicted to Skin
Troubled deep Within
I heard what you did to that boy
Now take it on the chin

Get on your knees now
Get On your knees
See how it feels now
You are a disease

Your god won't save you.
You're a disgrace
What you did is unforgivable
I'll put a grinder to your face.

Forgive me father
For I have sinned
I killed a rapist
And I'm going to do it again

I'm going to do it again
And I think you know when
Time to say your prayers
Time to come to an end

Get on your knees now
Get On your knees
Gun pressed against your head
Forgive me please

To be someone
To be someone
To love someone
To love someone
To fuck someone
To fuck someone
To have some fun
To have some fun

I was up all night
I couldn't fucking sleep
It's been one hell of a week
Mushroom and housework balls beep
Outside is a garbage heap
I forgot to put out the blue bags
For a bunch of weeks
And now it really stinks
One is ripped open
I think
That it was the crows I feed
Garbage is everywhere
It's a good thing that I don't care
At least the birds had some snacks
I just wish that they would talk back
When I call to them on the step
Or bring me gifts like the ones
You see on the internet.
I'm hopeful they will one day bring me something cool like a coin
I'd be happy if it was a stick.

I am fresh outta fucks
Good thing I'm not violent
Losing what's left of my mind little bit by fucking bit
Cleaned up the entire house
Fell down the stairs and slipped
In a massive pile of steaming dog shit
Fucked my wrist and cut my arm and I twisted my back
I'm just lucky that I didn't have a fucking heart attack

You'd think that I'd be pissed but I've learned to deal with it
life's is pretty good even though I'm not very good at it

The dog knocked over my mic stand
I'm in 1000 bands
This music shit keeps me sane but it's getting out of hand

Try to have a hot threesome, they're always a bunch of duds
Hookup apps are filled with bots and sketchy fucking drugs
I don't want your gross ass shit.
My wife's always better at it
Too socially awkward
To go look elsewhere for it
I fucking love my wife
I love fucking my wife
I fucking love my life

Doing the dishes, looking out the window where my mom killed herself
taken away by ambulance, it was fucking wrong

I used to cry but now I have set it all aside
Life can be hard as shit, but don't you slit your fucking wrist
Just rock out and sing along.
Don't sleep all day long
Enjoy yourself and don't be a fucking ding dong

I am fresh outta fucks
I am fresh outta fucks

You are not alone.

It's a mystery.