frequently i choke on my beer,
i've drunk too much or i'm trying to forget.

sitting in a field getting high with friends,
feeling free and trapped all at the same time.

staring out of the bus window,
praying for death or a new life.

the night gives us the freedom,
but our insignificance grows.

i am the **** of the earth,
thrown onto this world out of luck and anger.

i want to feel alive,
but i'm afraid of the consequences.

living our dreams would be a dream come true,
but they're just as pointless as the present.

my own friends hate my guts,
i don't care at all yet i care so much.

it's moments before i arrive home,
proceed to live my dull little life.

we're so alone in every way,
and God certainly doesn't care.