I only exist when you need something
If I'm dead, let me rest
Bury me with all my friends
Bury me with all my friends
Bury me with all my friends
I'm hardly stomaching the overarching gut feeling that I shouldn't exist
As it is, I'm scared to admit
I'm not treating the culprit
I'm a victim of myself
So bury me
Bury my friends
In spite of everything you've done for them
Eventually
They will hate you
F*ck you