I hate my old life my old house the cigarette stained walls I just can’t get out
I hate the next day, my next paycheck isn’t coming soon enough
And all my friends they tell me life just isn’t fun but I want fun again
Wait, all my actions are based on my pain and my head is fuckin killing me
What's that you see crawling through the desert
Wait, I can’t see what horseshit you’ve come up with just go back to sleep
And beat it when you wake up nothing to eat besides these drugs you’ve scraped