My music I like simple and my drinks I like stiff, my people I like the same, only I hope they give a shit, like if someone will listen to what I have to say, I feel sorry for them because I can't do the same and I wish for a little joy just from in speaking and having conversations with good and well meaning, but I can't fucking do it and it's hard to even show it 'cause all my subject matter has ulterior motives, you can find it both within my words and when I sing, this apathetic state has a duality and I wish I could form a little more, a justified complaint, like a relevant topic in which we'd all feel the same, be it in politics or anything I'd wanna change but that's like asking a rock what it's plans are today

And my body's breaking down and my habit's rising up, not a single day goes by where I don't destroy myself, but I guess it's living somewhat when you're furthering your death 'cause I can't stand each breath I take without a cigarette and a generation over god is what I'm hopin' for when we can find a reason not to simply go to war and I'm a corporate slave and I work myself to death, it's been negative 10 months since I've gone without regret, with a shitty wage and no future plans to have I'll try my best not to turn into a modern psychopath and maybe life's an accident without obvious meaning, but either way it's beautiful and won't you help me sing this song of insecurity and not knowing shit for sure, all that I can say is that I'm at a loss for words