i'm so sick of seeing smut
it seems like my whole generation
sold its soul, to feed its lust
i wanted a wife, all i found was sluts
an honest man has no more trust
no more hope, in humanity
and all the time i've waited for my life to fall apart
work hard at nothing til i'm right back at the start
it's useless
i'm wrapped in plastic products
and soon you'll see me in a box
no more stuff could fill this void
i'm fed up with distraction,
my descecrated lover
i'm a stranger in my own home
and all the time i've waited for my life to fall apart
working hard at nothing til i'm right back at the start
it's useless