i will lick your fungus
when i will feel
your rotten breath in my neck
i won’t bother to turn around
because i’ll stab your knife
with my back
sniffing and searching,
there’s nothing around here
and my mind
seems to be dying too loud
doesn’t seem
like i’ll wait for next year
still i’m too lazy
to put a gun in my mouth

if i have some time to kill,
i won’t forget about you
stayed up all night on white spirit
but i’m feeling nothing new
i’d like to spend the day
falling out of windows
burning books and seeking
truth in this lie
doesn’t seem like
i’ll get there today
cause i always get horny
when you say goodbye