Something

I scream what’s mine
Make you vomit your diahoretic

Kill for me and mine
Stand against me, I don’t care, synthetic

Hate me, kill me, die
I am null, I am the pain athletic

Don’t tell me what you want
‘Cos I can’t seem to see

These eyes given me by god
They never worked for me

GENOCIDE COULDN’T FEEL THIS RIGHT
BLEACH THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD IN WHITE
CASH IN YOUR MEMORIES FOR FRUSTRATION
WE’LL NEVER SURVIVE THIS DATABASE NATION

NEOPHILES AND WHAT WE HATED
JUSTIFIED AND SOUL-ABRADED
DEIFIED AND UNSUBSCRIBED
WE’RE CUSTOMISED AND CONSECRATED

I find it hard
We drag along and dissipate it

Each happy shard
Who were you and did you fight against it?

Drink me, and come down
Fire and brimstone, whimsy understated

End me, make me drown
We are zero-line coagulated

Yeah, I find it hard
I find really fucking hard

Every day
Every breath you fucking draw

Of COURSE it’s fucking hard
This is what it’s all about

If it wasn’t hard
if we were complacent
what would be the fucking meaning
in anything we do?

Of course it’s fucking hard!

we’re ALIVE, aren’t we?

and you point yourself in one direction
you spend all the energy you think you have
and all the energy you never thought you could fucking muster

to push yourself towards some goal
some arbitrary fucking destination

and when you get there

and when you get there

standing high

and shining

it’s NOTHING

it’s nothing.