What I hate most in this life is a long night
Four walls and no calls and no lights
But the moonlight creeping through the blinds
Ceiling fan on high spinning
I'm beginning to believe that tonight is the night
Dead by dawn
I'll shred my palm to the end of my arm
I'm spread and gone
Embalmed
Put me in the dirt where I belong
Existence is overrated anyway
50 years later, they won't remember you're dead
6 billion people living as civilians and I hated them all
I should have been a vermillion reptilian living in the swamp