Out of Control
How could I have let it get this far -
So deeply destructive,
Before recognizing…
Have another beer
Smoke more
It’s so hard to say no
Because I rest on the edge of self-destruction
Every fucking day
Every fucking day – I wish I would die …
By accident
How can I be this “intelligent” when this language has no meaning,
And only always, ultimately, constantly, forever, be reduced
To “HOW LONG”?
The most hardcore/alternative/garage/recycled/cryptic/Q generation music –
Still trades on the salvation of Job.
Fuck that.
There is nothing new.
There is no acute understanding.
There is only all of us indoctrinated.
Every fucking day – I wish I would die …
By accident
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