Life can just be ended by a knife?
what is there to say about life,
the fact its something simple you can end with a knife,
or the fact it drains your day
to know no matter what you do or say
we will end up all the same
running around in this never ending game
where if you don't win
then your nothing but rubbish tossed in a bin
life is a misconception of the mind
it makes us believe, human kind,
are just the beginning of something better
when the smartest thought is if were getting wetter,
the world is drawn out with faults
where each ,mind has a vault
a thought that is dark and twisted
where a tongue and veins are blistered
another whore has been killed
and there's some Christian thrilled
which makes you wonder
if there a god who even is around to ponder
the way were going we should all end up in hell
or in some asylum cell
Is there any point
when you twitch in your joint
and your skin begins to flake
and you get what you can take
when the nails are stuck on with wood glue
and you can squeeze into a size 4 shoe
when the only vanity we have
is what defines our structure, goth, emo, chav...
but we inflict ourselves with household pains
as we inject poison into our dry veins,
but where is god now
because he obviously doesn't give a shit why or how
this planet reaks of war and death
as you push out your last breath
and you can only think about how small
you are in this ugly paint world of a wall
and that little clock passes out time
and as we commit our petty crime
we know that the little fly
is just the truth in a lie
we are all destined to die
either now, or when the sun explodes and we all fry
but this an optimistic look
because it doesn't read in any book
that the once we die that's it
nothing else, so i don't listen to preachers shit
or what my therapist say it is
"you'll never break into the show biz"
an underlining thought of life
on how quick you can end with a knife
or just a bullet to the head
or an overdose in bed
there's nothing wrong with being strong
but you have to learn when your wrong
a parents guide to you
and makes sure what you do
is what they what to happen
maybe we should kill ourselves now
well that's what my dad says every time he disallow
ill put the bullet through me
because i am no baby
this is what we are here for
not to be murdered in an alley as a whore
but to at least die
so that my dry tear ducts don't cry
the fact its something simple you can end with a knife,
or the fact it drains your day
to know no matter what you do or say
we will end up all the same
running around in this never ending game
where if you don't win
then your nothing but rubbish tossed in a bin
life is a misconception of the mind
it makes us believe, human kind,
are just the beginning of something better
when the smartest thought is if were getting wetter,
the world is drawn out with faults
where each ,mind has a vault
a thought that is dark and twisted
where a tongue and veins are blistered
another whore has been killed
and there's some Christian thrilled
which makes you wonder
if there a god who even is around to ponder
the way were going we should all end up in hell
or in some asylum cell
Is there any point
when you twitch in your joint
and your skin begins to flake
and you get what you can take
when the nails are stuck on with wood glue
and you can squeeze into a size 4 shoe
when the only vanity we have
is what defines our structure, goth, emo, chav...
but we inflict ourselves with household pains
as we inject poison into our dry veins,
but where is god now
because he obviously doesn't give a shit why or how
this planet reaks of war and death
as you push out your last breath
and you can only think about how small
you are in this ugly paint world of a wall
and that little clock passes out time
and as we commit our petty crime
we know that the little fly
is just the truth in a lie
we are all destined to die
either now, or when the sun explodes and we all fry
but this an optimistic look
because it doesn't read in any book
that the once we die that's it
nothing else, so i don't listen to preachers shit
or what my therapist say it is
"you'll never break into the show biz"
an underlining thought of life
on how quick you can end with a knife
or just a bullet to the head
or an overdose in bed
there's nothing wrong with being strong
but you have to learn when your wrong
a parents guide to you
and makes sure what you do
is what they what to happen
maybe we should kill ourselves now
well that's what my dad says every time he disallow
ill put the bullet through me
because i am no baby
this is what we are here for
not to be murdered in an alley as a whore
but to at least die
so that my dry tear ducts don't cry