1999
Stuck until the end
Suffer till the end
Masochistic trend
Carson MTV
Bizkit NYE
F*ck f*ck f*ck
Throw out all the joy and show me metrics for my failures
I live in modern times give me a modern sense of worth
I told myself there has to be a better quality of suffering
There has to be fatigue worthy of something but there's nothing
Now it's 1999
Stuck until the end
Suffer till the end
Masochistic trend
Carson MTV
Bizkit NYE
Repeat and then repeat
You can never really leave
Your friends aren't real
They're the company you keep
Talking shit in a room long after you leave
Is this all there is?
Is this all there is?
F*ck f*ck f*ck
Oh it's fine, oh it's fine
Never mind, never mind
The days become a massive green sargassum void of meaning
The minutes have deflated in their value next to nothing
I thought the future would be old things set on fire
But now everything worth immolating is insured
Constant shame
Constant fatigue
Is this all there is?
Is this all that there is?
Is this all that there is?
Don't you know, don't you know?
It was never more than this
It's a cultural eclipse
Never mind, never mind
Oh it's fine, oh it's fine
Oh I'm fine, oh I'm fine