Oh what a web we weave, when we are in belief.

Whether it be a happy home, or a good poem, don't forget... you'll always be alone.

Don't cry, laugh.

Don't go home, just stay at work and make cash.

What's the point of existence, when you want to crash and die in a ditch?

I mean, fuck life itself.

Where's my magic bean that sprouts me a house?

Sorry guys, it's my time to go.

It's not you, it's me.

Wait a second, it is you!

Take a few, and give it some thought.

Any sane person would of already found their way out.

Some would say I'm crazy, and I think it's true.

And I know who to blame, it's 100 fuckin percent you.