Punk And Hip-Hop Are Dead In An As-Yet-Unsolved Murder/Suicide
I've
Never not felt shitty
I've
Never fully ruled out suicide
As a means to leave this city
We call Earth
Motherfuckers call it dirt
And I guess we might as well call it spaceship
It's our Millenium Falcon
And all of us are flying solo
At least for now
It's our Starship Enterprise
And all this shit takes me by surprise
As we boldly go where we have not gone before
Every passing moment
Is another inch forward
To being six feet underground
But I want the grave they bury me in
To be as shallow as I am
There is nothing to me
That lives to below the surface
Nothing I can
Say
That I refuse to write in a jam
And my mind is a traffic jam
Of pop culture references
And crippling self hatred
It's raining outside now
But it's raining inside my soul all the time
They try to weigh the soul
But mine is harder as it's always soaking wet
So when I leave my body up through the ground
The whole cemetary is gonna turn to mud
And I'll put out the fires of Hell
For by then I'll be pure water
I wish I'd been a bigger fool
So I didn't have to be aware of what I piece of shit
I truly am
I'm slop and mud and feces
If we fed me to the swine
They would die of massive infection
I'm so filthy inside and outside
Chop my body up
After I finally open my throat
I don't want it to be known
A human body was wasted on me
Make me look like rotting meat
For that's what I've always been.
Never not felt shitty
I've
Never fully ruled out suicide
As a means to leave this city
We call Earth
Motherfuckers call it dirt
And I guess we might as well call it spaceship
It's our Millenium Falcon
And all of us are flying solo
At least for now
It's our Starship Enterprise
And all this shit takes me by surprise
As we boldly go where we have not gone before
Every passing moment
Is another inch forward
To being six feet underground
But I want the grave they bury me in
To be as shallow as I am
There is nothing to me
That lives to below the surface
Nothing I can
Say
That I refuse to write in a jam
And my mind is a traffic jam
Of pop culture references
And crippling self hatred
It's raining outside now
But it's raining inside my soul all the time
They try to weigh the soul
But mine is harder as it's always soaking wet
So when I leave my body up through the ground
The whole cemetary is gonna turn to mud
And I'll put out the fires of Hell
For by then I'll be pure water
I wish I'd been a bigger fool
So I didn't have to be aware of what I piece of shit
I truly am
I'm slop and mud and feces
If we fed me to the swine
They would die of massive infection
I'm so filthy inside and outside
Chop my body up
After I finally open my throat
I don't want it to be known
A human body was wasted on me
Make me look like rotting meat
For that's what I've always been.