Have you heard the latest unattractive news?
My life has been too long, the latest part is used
I'm growing old, the mirror makes me scared

I am the state-of-the-art living asshole
The concentrate of boredom
The concentrate all concentrates come from
And I wish I was god, why can't I get what I want

It could be worse, I'm quite ok
Though I'm impaled
I'm choking on the remnants of my past life
But it's ok 'cause I'm not you

I might as well share spit with some death angel
But in case you wonder, I haven't got any time
I don't know what to do
So why don't I go fuck myself?