My doctor says I’ve got anxiety and dammit that fucker's right I’ve been eating more benzodiazepine than a 1950’s housewife
I need to throw up and cry into the sky And rain it down on all the people, burn off their skin until they die
And I will mourn their deaths and cry and cry Until the black clouds grow so high that the air becomes unbreatheable
And then the survivors Will crowd into a Washington DC bunker
Where I will regale them with folklore of the end About how we ruined the world and our body images
The human body was not a commodity We destroyed our own bodies: The fine text on a signed document
To rip off our skin and throw it into a pile And yell out to the crowd “Have at it you fucking savages.”
But the truth is, I ended the world with my shitty attitudes I could have amounted to so much but I wasn't in the mood
Yes, I drowned out the world, it was mostly my fault But there was a joint effort from carbon dioxide fumes That reacted with my tears and rained down, Rained down from the moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
