Seems these days i find it hard to figure out why i should start the day at all. i can't be fucked. no motive day in day out-with no reward, work
All your hopes, all your dreams, all your ideals amount to fuck allall your hopes, all your dreams, all your ideals its all for show what you wear,
We're buried up to our fucking necks, in a sea of plastic artifacts never rots. will not decay and theres more and more every day sea of waste, made
Caught in a trap - tied down a signed contract - gagged and bound minimum wage - tied down a fucking cage - gagged and bound we all fucking slaves
I'm sick to death of my mistakes, so many things i'd erase sickened by my memories i love to cut chucks out of history what i've done and what i've
Feeling sick? feel the vomit rise, see your life through my eyes curl up and die. if you saw, it you knew, i'd be there, i'd watch you curl
Outro
Waste you're time cleaning it all, the still coat the fucking walls scrub your hands til they're bleeding and on your sores they'll be feed it's
Racing forward to out oblivion sped up by the shit heap that we're living in a crutch that we use to help us stand, is a pile shat out by man technology
You nevver thought it'd come to this started with just one hit. then a couple of years down the track, you screaming out for another wack you'd hock
