I feel sad, really bad,
Sometimes, I want to just die.
My mind is fucked, my life has sucked,
Everything is just a big lie.
A deflated attitude, overcome by lassitude,
An unhallowed existence, that shouldn't be.
A worried frown, a sad pointless clown,
A weary, listless cloud hangs over me.
The world is closed, feel pretty hosed,
All selfish people on this shore.
I don't fit at all, with my hairy balls,
I don't want to live anymore.
Everything I think, always has a stink,
I serve no purpose in this sphere.
People like lies, like french fries,
The end of the world is very near.
I'm a tactless stump, always get bumped,
Against the assortment of evil wheels.
Emotions don't out, several severe pouts,
The very quintessence of mental ills.
I was never hot, at least had clear thoughts;
But thinking can be a disadvantage, you see!
Morons without brain, just plain semen,
Have already done better than me.
Bang bang bang, or I will hang,
People hate shit from a jocular jackass.
But I don't know, how else to go,
I have a stomach full of smelly gas.
The scenario is grim, my manners hardly prim,
I stick out like poop in a pan.
Education is a hoax, I'll never anyone coax,
Please stay uneducated if you can.
More you know, the less you're sure,
Whereas fools say they know it all.
They thump their chest, loudly attest,
You cocoon yourself into a diffident ball.
I may sound gung-ho, but it's not so,
My prevailing price is jack-shit.
No one cares, unkempt pubic hairs,
A long eerie tunnel, one bulb, unlit.
In god we believe, superstitious heave,
But only the empirical gives us our daily bread.
Blare to an empty hall, no one has the balls,
To question the scams forced inside their head.
I've always told, business can be gold,
Greedy people covet this or that.
But my utter dismay, their heads full of hay,
Their budgets are worth piss or scat.
There's no point, smoke a joint,
Smart in a chain of fools, is more foolish.
You endup bad, penniless and sad,
Wishing you had never started or wished.
What you really need, is belligerent greed,
A strident hypocrite is the surest way.
Bullshit is best, extroverted hairy chest,
Guarantee success any day.
Death and the dead, always in my head,
I rehearse all the ways there are to die.
No one really cares, parochial their stares,
Indifferent fraudsters, full of pretense and lie.
Simmering on a stake, make no mistake,
This is what you get, for an original mind.
Noise fills the void, very hard to avoid,
Being just another shadow in the grind.
Aliens with cattle prod, lenders with a rod,
And other many ways to be dead.
Variety is spice, but not very nice,
Because I really only have, one head.
