im filled with the anticipation, of something that i know
you call me a useless motherfucker while im working my 
fingers to the bone
i know that everybody has used me
i know that everybody has lied
but i take some comfort in knowing, the fact that 
everybody dies
(all of you motherfuckers will die)
and i dont have the answers, because its all bullshit
in fact i dont know the questions, because they are all 
bullshit
its all bullshit