Dear Diary,

Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day The sky is falling It's fucking boring I'm going braindead, isolated God is a shithead And we're his rejects Traumatized for breakfast I can't stomach any more survival horror Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) Doing my head in I keep fading in and out I don't know where I've been I feel so hungry What the hell is happening? The sky is falling It's fucking boring I'm going braindead, isolated God is a shithead And we're his rejects Traumatized for breakfast I can't stomach any more survival horror Dear diary, dog stopped barking, probably 'cause I ate his face Tasty, itchy, TV say there's no more human race Kinda sad my whole entire existence been a waste Ah, nevermind, it's not the end of the world (oh, wait) Fly Lie