This Bubble is getting thicker, oilier and black
Today I want to kill myself tomorrow who knows?
I hate the whole of the human race, is God’s great sin mankind?
Save your lying self platitudes, I don’t want to know
I’m writing this for pure selfish self pity
But my own pity is laughable
To much information is frying my already cooked skull
Go wash your cars and tell your lies
To the people you smile at but really despise
Tell me you’re here for me
Then laugh behind my back
The internet is probably the devils creation
But I don’t have to smell your shitty breath when you lie to me
One day my bubble will burst.