If I had enough rope, I would
But I don't and I wish I could
I'm so slow, f*ck, I'm so stupid
Come and kill me, I can't be much more pellucid
I don't like the ways that I see
Live to work and work just to be
I hate responsibility
I'll f*ck it up since I'm me
I don't know what I'm living for
Is there something worth living for?