الأغاني: Say Anything. ...Is A Real Boy. The Futile.

Shit! Nothing makes sense, so I won?t think about it. I?ll go with the ignorance.
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that?s me. I am full of indifference.
What do the old people teach us but how to die and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
I have no taste. I don?t like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a kiss and slathered in the sauce sarcastic. Go choke on your irony.
The futile outweighs the beautiful so I?m eating rat poison for dinner. Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining along, so goodnight.
Love! I shall not love, yet I?ll still sing about it. I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool. I?m leaking the blood of a fool. (I?m full of it, I?m full of it, I?m full.)