life is swell, now i want to die
my body it hurts me, sigh after sigh
i call it torture, you call it life
a slave to money and everything i despise
like everyone in general
fuck eat sleep destroy
just about the only things you fucking enjoy
i am a disposable being
who will fuck all life
i multiply and the air get thinner and dirty
i take up space
i smell i consume
but i produce nothing
i abuse
i have no reason to exist
the toilet's clogged in this world of shit
i breathe filth everyday
living fucks up my brain
why? why did i wake up today
my eyes are heavy
why?..why must i see yoru face
your life is ugly
why?
why do i buy into these things
i don't want them
tension, tension, frustration alone
despair tension
all these pressures on my life.