I look at a world that rots in the darkness of a tentative and fragile struggle for a better tomorrow. Repent this penance. Repent this darkness. Wipe that distracted look off of your face and
Don't say that, that none of this a-fucking-effects you. You've fallen like a damaged object from a tabletop of selfishness and trust me, you will shatter to a thousand pieces in the filthy lies and deceiving manner we conduct business. What number are you now?
And don't say that, that none of this a-fucking-effects you. You've fallen like a damaged object from a tabletop of selfishness and trust me, you will shatter to a thousand filthy pieces. Bluurgh! It's settled, before the sess pit of humanity… You'll look back. You'll look back! Laughing at the pain you used your time up on.
Don't say that, that none of this a-fucking-effects you. You've fallen like a damaged object from a tabletop. Trust me, you will shatter to a thousand pieces in the filthy lies and deceiving manner we conduct business. What number are you now??
Repent this penance we've been born into. Programmed to ignore the suffering. Or tune into the filth & learn to thrive.