Something

I try to shine

Piss-tested with your anti-septic

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.