Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that’s me. I am full of indifference.
What do the old people teach us but how to die and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
I have no taste. I don’t like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a kiss and slathered in the sauce sarcastic. Go choke on your irony.
The futile outweighs the beautiful so I’m eating rat poison for dinner. Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining along, so goodnight.
Love! I shall not love, yet I’ll still sing about it. I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool. I’m leaking the blood of a fool. (I’m full of it, I’m full of it, I’m full.)
Lyric The Futile – Say Anything