When I was child my mother said to me
You will grow up to be nothing
Because you're a man and men are all pigs
You might as well just cut off your dick
Like searching for corn in a shit village
Born an amoral sacrilege
To my mantras that I stick
Don't kiss or love them only lick
Always lost no keys to home
On this dirt path that I roam
Moldy old decrepit bones
Piles of garbage as my throne
The heat of hate can let me be
Shirtless under one degree
My bloodshot eyes won't let me see
That I live my life so pointlessly
It won't matter when I lose my hair
Live is already plenty unfair
My ego's got nothing to bear
Why should I even give a care?
But I just want to do something right
My past is all gone there's no future in sight
Why can I only fuck up my life
When I just want to do something right
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