Why should I pay for you, After all the work I do? Get off your ass And get to work I won’t help,

Spray your perfume Until my eyes bleed, All you bring is pain And you’re still what I need. You can dump the bucket

It’s not a search For fame or grace, But merely just A change of pace. A dream of

The only belief to follow through life is death, This struggle we call life To reach our last breath. The darkness of existence

This life is trash So tie up the bag, The war is over Grab the white flag. Don’t yell charge