Look around dear friend,
Can’t you see the end?
The lies, the cheats, the death.

Can all you do is fret?
And are you starting to regret,
every time you take a breath?

How can you go on?
When everything is so wrong,
And you just can’t bear the pain.

Worry not dear friend,
I’ve come up with a plan
The only cure is to ***** out the brain.