Ecce Homo

Okay i think by now we've established Everything is inherently worthless There's nothing in the universe With any kind of objective purpose And you could scream for a hundred years Split that sky with a thousand curses To tell the evil that men do Honey you wouldn't even scratch the surface Still many implications Not enough time to make them explicit Too many generalizations Not enough time to make specific And i spread my vile seed From the atlantic to the pacific Now i'm begging you on my knees Please don't make me get down and sniff it It's that my god my comfort above Surely i'd be more complicit ? I was born into this and now i'm dying because of it Yes it's us against them again smashing the system into the dirt Now we got the brown m&ms put the whole thing onto a tshirt I heard about audry and the master's tools Something about joe chasing a storm and the mud I coulda swore I saw the lord of the strummers Standing on a ladder to sow mind with the sludge? And it's a such weird world It feels real wrong smiling I see the shining sea (? or something?) I feel more like a living boy the more I live (?) I heard silvoe white sing about the existential angst (?) When he ran out of all the problems Cause the thing about those problems was: Typical a, more money will solve them We're breaking out of our bodies now Trying to see what's underneath them Or about my pathetic self What would i say if I ever were to meet him I feel too guilty of a terrible crime And I know it was my birth Do it to the (something da da) on planet earth I was taken into custody by a janitor (?) Look at this youngish man Already half way off with his pants He's doing something weird with his hands He's got a multitude of hour ages planned And he's still trying to cough what he choked on in the churches Look at him now loitering in front of a vacant storefront bearded and bedecked in army surplus No wife's off giving a shit, when everyone's telling him he's full of it He forgets if he felt oppressed or depressed or which one came first in this crazy mess If he had taken too much, or not enough or which one was the worst one of this sort of stuff And he was so so unsure of feeling more? And that's a lot to say without words But I know it's a whole lot more than just being bored. Oh I know it's nothing more than just feeling bored.