Pull the world out from underneath you there is no
new one here to greet you
just days like snakes
crawling up your legs, the
work seems worthless, at
least hardly worth it, when
everything you have to say is
invalidated by the smile on
their face. I know now it
matters little whether or not
I survive. It's all I ever
wanted and it means nothing,
you take your share, you take
your turn, we watch you laugh
someday we watch you burn! I
know now it matters little
whether or not you survive, I
swear there's more to it than
just the dull ache swine go
by so fucking smug, do you
really have to feel like you just won something? Do you
really have to feel like you
just won something? Do you
really have to feel like you
just won something? It's my
choice. I won't fake it. It's
my choice, I will take my
chances!
