We have no future
heaven wasn't made for me
We burn ourselves to hell
as fast as it can be
and I wish that I could be the king
then I'd know that I am not alone

Maggots put on shirts
sell each other shit
sometimes I feel so worthless
sometimes I feel discarded
I wish that I was good enough
then I'd know that I am not alone

Death is policeman Death is the priest
Death is the stereo Death is a TV
Death is the tarot Death is an angel
Death is our God killing us all

She put the seeds in me
plant this dying tree
She's a burning string
and I'm just the ashes