We've lied for hours, engrossed With pleasure The searching The blood loss You are a part of "once loved you" You are a grave, with no smell Oh, who are we kidding? It smells, it's filthy, it's disgusting Lick your hands And all is null It's null, but you? (I want to tell you a story The future isn't real The future is an imposter) I'll be insane If that's your notion of insane By the bus staring at puddles of oil Cull your memory Impossible Lower your lungs Lungs don't work any more, send help Or a hearse We're dead anyway So extra vehicles would be appreciated The snow Hate everything Corpses embraced the undead Eat trash Throw up Life is pointless The blood loss The future isn't real Lungs don't work any more