Internet

Bitch who knows how I'll go

Maybe I'll die fast or maybe I'll die slow

Now we know that the grave digger

Makes the beat sicker

They wanna linger with or without

The middle finger

It's too late for my mental state

To be the topic of debate

When I'm six feet down in the dirt

Don't relate to the hurt

You motherfuckers are the worst

I've resisted pessimism for so long

And I got caught up in the system, I was wrong

I've resisted pessimism for so long

Our therapeutic, cathartic, misanthropic God

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

Watch me resurrect

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

And transcend into the new definition of dead

Put a gun to Elmo's head

And let's shoot that motherfucker dead

There's nothing left of my innocence

My traumas have turned into fetishes

Bandages on bandages

And I swear that there's no mending this

Obsessed with everything negative

Being birthed into colourful images

Disconnected, I feel so numb

Fuck it, just pull out the plug

And the world goes round and round and round

I just wanna look down

I can't wait to tear away the skin

I can't stand this body that I'm in

Why the fuck would I live in it again?

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

Watch me resurrect

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

And transcend into the new definition of dead

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet

When I die bury me in the internet