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Space Cowboys


Floating all around In a deep, dark space, I wonder what my life would be If I had another face Insecurity is absurdity In everything it does, It twists the knife in your stomach Without so much as a pause Consider me a cowboy I am ruthless as the knife, That cuts you and kills you To end all your strife Some wish their lives were different Those people I abhor, But more than that, I hate those Like you, you selfish whore You hate yourself As you should, You mean nothing to me And you never will
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