My doctor says I’ve got anxiety and dammit that fucker's right
I’ve been eating more benzodiazepine than a 1950’s housewife

I need to throw up and cry into the sky
And rain it down on all the people
Burn off their skin until they die

And I will mourn their deaths and cry and cry
Until the black clouds grow so high
That the air becomes unbreathable

And then the survivors
Will crowd into a Washington D.C. bunker

Where I will regale them with folklore of the end
About how we ruined the world and our body images

The human body was not a commodity
We destroyed our own bodies:
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To rip off our skin and throw it into a pile
And yell out to the crowd
“Have at it you fucking savages.”

But the truth is
I ended the world with my shitty attitudes
I could have amounted to so much
But I wasn't in the mood

Yes, I drowned out the world
It was mostly my fault
But there was a joint effort from carbon dioxide fumes
That reacted with my tears and rained down
Rained down from the moon