Of all the things that have been taken
Why won’t anyone relieve me of my humanity?
It was shit in the beginning and I ain’t so impressed with it now
I’ll take depression, self loathing and pure breed fires of negativity cause they do what they say on the fucking tin
Life, humanity and emotions…. Don’t see the point in them these days, relics of days passed when I could smile without sarcastic burn, laugh at happy fluffy crap
Pain, stress and ill intent for my own forsaken health
Fuck you life, with jingling F’ing bells on it