Fell.

Sheesh I wonder if being a sad loner gives you More raw material to form song ideas Is that where creativity comes from? From sad biz? Bye guys Well that was creative And it wasn't sad either So maybe birth is the greatest creative statement In all the universe I got a question What's that? Well if just being born is the greatest act of creation Then what are you supposed to do after that? Isn't everything that comes next sort of a disappointment Slowly entroping until we deflate into a pile of mush? Well, it's not enough to have created something amazing right? What if I just let my martian super society go to butt But what's it worth if we all gonna get blowed up right now Lost in an entropic world where you can't reach your goals Because you feel tired all the fucking time Easy fix, Jog around the fucking block If you can't jog around the block Do some sort of physical exercise If you can't do a physical exercise Chant a fucking mantra If you can't chant a fucking mantra Chant it in your head Or you gotta work yourself up into a war pitch To begin the initial movements Out of the state of victimhood and into this survivor mode That wonderful place when you gaze around the battlefield And stare at the desiccated corpses that once had great power over you