Negative Video (MV)

I don't think God exists if he does then he's dead or he's got a limp dick
I don't think karma's a bitch she's just kinky
Every Friday night she pulls out the chains and the whips
I think I'm a masochist I'll stab my eyes I'm Negative

Cause I don't wanna see I don't wanna be in this land of the supposed free
Where every decisions already been made for me subliminally and I'm sorry
I don't got shit to say but it's speak when you're spoken to
And your set just didn't really speak to me negative

Depression it's anger inflected inwards and I don't wanna get pessimistic
I don't wanna get nihilistic I don't wanna get pessimistic I don't wanna get nihilistic
So I'll stay sad I'll go mad i'll be an identity nomad I've got no f*cking clue who I am negative

Eating breathing seeing loving f*cking negative
I have always been and will always be negative

It's either hate the world or it's hate myself
And no amount of painted sea shells will ever help I'm negative

Eating breathing seeing loving f*cking negative
I have always been and will always be negative

I don't know why I don't why I don't why
My money's on the sleep deprivation
And mines on the drugs
My money's on the excessive masturbation
And mines on the fact that I never unplug

No personality no sense of self
I'm disassociating nothing seems to help
Write it down sing it to a basement full of strangers
I don't wanna be an entertainer I just don't wan't my brain to be a danger

Eating breathing seeing loving f*cking negative
I have always been and will always be negative

I don't know why I don't know why
My money's on the sleep deprivation
And mines on the drugs
My money's on the excessive masturbation
And mines on Ben Piper and the shit that he does
J'arête

Anything to distance myself from myself anything to distance myself from myself
I don't wanna see red I don't wanna get in my head start wondering if you or you
Or you would care if I was dead
J'arête
Anything to distance myself from myself anything to distance myself from myself
Every bit of my personality comes out artificially I never own up to any any
I never own up to any accountability

I don't know why I don't why I don't know why
My money's on the sleep deprivation
And mines on the drugs
My money's on the excessive masturbation
And mines on the fact that I don't give enough of a don't give enough of a don't give enough
Of a f*ck to do or be anything else

No personality no sense of self
I'm disassociating nothing seems to help
Give a man enough rope and he will hang himself