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Every day I get more pissed

Wondering why I have to exist

While the simple have more fun than me

Cursed with a mind why was this to be

Either too far behind or too far ahead

Most of the time I'd rather be dead

Imagine not having to bother feeding your face

Not having to worry about a comfy place

Ashes on the ground, ashes all around

My prick's burning up, I used to have boils

I've started to think my place is in the ground

My ashes in the garden scattered all around

Bullet through the brain or an overdose on smack

Jump in front of a train splatter on the tracks

Imagine not having to look for fun

Don't need it no more cus my time on earth is run

Don't have to go out of my way for sex

Don't have to decide which ho will be next

Ashes on the ground, ashes all around

My prick's burning up, I used to have boils

Never have to answer to a bitch

Never have a fucking relationship

No family, no friends, no upward mobility

In death I'll find the answers you'll see

Ashes on the ground, ashes all around

My prick's burning up, I used to have boils (x2)