Why bother to do any art When the world is falling apart Change isn’t lasting when the world Is collapsing.. What is the worth of a work What is the worth of a man? Why bother to work If you will own nothing And pretend you are happy When you’re not. You’re fucking depressed, And tied in a knot. And every breath is a painful Cross to bear. What does it matter If matter doesn’t matter Because matter doesn’t matter Anyway
You’ve got no tolerance for losing You want it all and you want it now!
We are under attack by the lords of shit for brains The young and the retarded, who waste Who are grossly overpaid, to waste The world away on video games For some imagined gain, boomer children Like the parents who spawned them Money for nothing and their tricks for free While all the life is drained out of me And you are no longer there ~psp
Goldberg Variations, BWV 988: Aria Glenn Gould .[Spoiler (click to open)]. With Bad Art MOBA