Hating misery is like hating sex
How could you care if one is best
The nationalists stoke the pit
And throw the nice people in it
The days are long and sleep is rare
My soul is raw and my head is bare
I thought I saw a sky of stars
It was just idiots colonizing mars
My dreams erode my moral code
My morals hold the narrow road
My fakeness blanks my holy real
Stares at nothing and steals my feel
My anger builds from boring wakefulness
Barren wastes of dangerous darkness
Light the path for me to follow
Don't let me weep and wail and wallow
Let me sleep and save my heart
From the misery of making awful art
It's really so nice to feel so bad
I can resent everything and just be mad
And no one cares if I'm deeply sad
Gone fishing for a pair of gonads