Well isn't this fun
Ain't it just a lot of fun?
Well ain't this fun to fantasise

I'm now a different person
In a melancholy instilling prison

Find me here I am!
Ambivalent as ever.

Should I stay or should I go
Insane?

Life is too short? Not short enough for some
I am broken, small and inconsequential
Like a long fortten crumb

The vision remains in my brain
The plague still tracks through my vain
**** it man I want to run and scream

Hello death and depression my partners in crime
Your berating words echo in my hollow chest
I try to give the world my best
But I've been killed by the sight of the rest
I'm in pain can't you see

Should I stay or should I go
Insane?

Aw **** it who am I kidding
I am the inane
Aw **** it who am I kidding
I am insane

The sad song follows me like a theme
I see pianos and violins convulse
In this true and hellish dream