The child will grow up To commit unspeakable acts Like pushing random strangers Onto the subway tracks, "I love you” is a statement that self-attracts, Life is just a series of counterattacks
I wish you can see me here, If my end is true, the end is near, Oh, the end is near And it's alright My feet are on the ground, The end is here, My hair turns white And it feels like a letdown