i get a rash seeing this old lady at work... sometimes i hear her constipated laugh and her hive-tensed face... god... i needed a god to protect me...

god... i am gettin bitchy nowadays...
can't help it... work's killin me..
since i'm dying might as well drag another to hell...

let's burn together maybe we stay better
somehow perhaps happiness is just a step away..
to the end of the world, the near is ending
in a way or another, we are jus fade...