God, why dont you just kill me?
Life was woth living in yesterdays flintstones
God, why dont you just please kill me?
I can maintain as long as I die
I stare and look right through golden trees
He hides and avoids my evil glare
I will give up this lifetime of love
To find my little tunnel out of here
I really care
Rip away bark and destroy the tree
Slap away humans all biting my face
Its hard to believe I fucked up again
I really care somewhere in here
I really care, do you believe me you stupid fuckers?
From the forthcoming book psycho the clown