[In truth...]
These are the times for a better look
You wait around for the things you took.
Don't deny all the miracles,
that drop down when the getting gets good!
You're holding out for a better way,
but all behind you starts to decay.
And what's left is not all the same,
a new way to inflict old pain.
I rise
to the bottom and grow.
I wait for the cycle to...
[ perpetuate this maddness through artificial enhancements, to ecenuate the quanity and eliminate my quality. ]
You can't make me hate myself!
I already do.
So much hate.
So little time...
So much hate.
So little time...
Don't ask me if I give a FUCK!
Cause in the end it's just the same.
Oh, look,
A far cry from a trival world
insert yourself inside this world for good.
A far turn from a steady hand and
A sour note ringing through my head
It's easier to look away -
A lost cause, another day.
I sink to the bottom and rise.
I wait for the maggots to...
[ eat off of what's left of this disease, failed dreams are so hard to miss, you sick thief, i can't digest all your ideas, just for this]
I rise to the bottom and rise, I... rise to the bottom and grow, I rise to the bottom and...
you can't make me hate myself'
I already do.
so much HATE!
so little time
so much HATE!
so little time!
You can't make me hate myself -
I already do.
so much HATE!
so little time
so much HATE!
so little time
so much HATE!
so little time
so much HATE!!!!!!!!!!!
...so little time!
