[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!