Why we stick around

Nuclear ideological contraceptive,

All the childhood glow of an arcade token

All the phrases you knew are becoming deceptive

Oh the thinks I would think if my mind was not broken.

Tell me a lie and I'll tell you a story, 

On my skin you will trace the symbol 'forever'

I'll leave out the parts that get icky and gory

And we might sing a song, but we'll never remember

You Know:

I despise your opinion 

But an opinion's an opinion

And in this world we live in,

Opinion's all we got.

So choke yourself with your gin

And leave your things to rot.