Hot damn, God damn, I'm damned. Almost lost my mind but I'm back again.
I'm stuck and fucked in a Honda Accord. Wait, I think I've said that one before.
I'm gonna raise my kids on drugs and death, so they grow up with the fucking gist of it.
I am the twinkle in God's eye, and you know I'm the tack in Satan's foot.
I am the cross beside the road when you're driving on by made of memories and plywood.
And every day I'm haunted. But I'm not dead yet. Every day I'm haunted, but I'd say that-
God's been good to me
And when I go to sleep at night, I know I'll wake up with new life because patience for an exit is harsher than the knife.
"Bastard, drunkard, motherfucker."
That's that they'll call me when they catch me, but there's no salvation in a hangman's jury.
You're not an artist, you are so full of shit. You're not an artist, you're naked on the internet.
I fucking hate you. I swear to God I do. Your father fucked up by not tearing you from the womb. I fucking hate you. I swear to God I do.
I wanna fucking kill myself, know that I'm you.
I only eat out and I only shop online
I only see my loved ones when I find the time
I tell everyone that I am an atheist
But I find myself praying when I can't get my life fixed
I still have seven years before my death would have any artistic merit
So how are you so sure that we are better for feeling the things that we have felt
And using words such as 'lovingly' and 'lustfully'
Rather than just copulating instinctively
And dying seasonally
So, stop my if you've heard this before
But 'stuck' and 'fucked' seems appropriate
from Who Cares?,
released September 20, 2015
Produced by Jordan Haynes of Earlygrayce Studios in Louisville, KY.