I still curse god When something doesn't go my way Although I claim to not believe in any deities or saints So I guess That makes me some kind of hypocrite Some stupid fucking piece of shit that don't know anything I wish I could power down my brain My memory Well it never plays the hits It always likes to reminisce on things that I'd like to forget And I get lost In these thoughts that come my way They're shooting rapid fire every single day If only I could power down my brain A hard restart would make it all okay It's not getting any better But it can't get any worse As long as things just stay the same I guess I could make this work I could probably make it work 'Cause I've rehearsed my lines At least a hundred thousand times And people they don't want the truth so you gotta learn to lie So when someone asks me — "Hey man, how you doing?" I'm doing fine