I wish that I was dumber
Because you all look f*cking happy
Another brain cell dies
People seek to suffer
F*ck the words of the wise
We must fear many things:
The sea during a storm.
A moonless night.
A woman scorned,
Receding tides
The smell of distant smoke
The chimes of unseen lands
And the fury
Of a quiet man
But we are not wise
We are dumb as f*ck
Who lives and who dies early
All comes down to luck
Weight of history
Eternal deadly crush
Everything we have
Wash your hands and flush
Take a word from the wise
Mass hatred is on the rise
Mass hatred
Extinction of the dumb
They say to pay your dues
Ignorance is bliss
An excuse for failure
Nothing seems amiss
Knowledge has a half-life
Buy shares with both hands
Disaster is forever
Pants full of joyful piss
People need to suffer
Choking one another
All parents should be executed, and children put into institutions
Pay for entrance to the hereafter
A penny for your joy,
A farthing for false laughter
Slave to screen therapy
Radiate your f*cking brain
Channel switching land of snow
What are you trying to say
Pursuit of suffering
Our hand on children's hearts
Squeeze in rhythmic time
Then tear their chests apart
Dichotomy of effort
Crushed under collapsing stars
Dragged under event horizons
Torn apart