betty weighs 300 pounds
her husband died last year
but she ate the pain away
and never shed a single tear

she tried to stop a few times
but you could always guarantee
that in a week or two
you’ll find her back at KFC

life just goes in circles
and you know, it's rather strange
a different mask for every friend
and yet people never change

peter is a hired gun
he'll **** for a little green
he looks his victims in the eye
and shoots em’ in the spleen

there’s a pistol in his hand
and a bounty for his head
and sometimes late at night
he wishes he was dead

life just goes in circles
and you know, it's rather strange
a different mask for every friend
and yet people never change

georgy is a ***
his dead stare tells the tale
10 cents in his cup
his mind broken and stale

he can’t get a job
torn clothes, jaded face
he lost his family to the *****
and his dreams along the race

life just goes in circles
and you know, it's rather strange
a different mask for every friend
and yet people never change

life is just a joke
and death is just the punchline
it ends the weak, it ends the strong
your heart will hurt, but not for long

maybe I should feel regretful
maybe in a while, I will
life no longer has appeal
it’s only going downhill

but maybe there’s a hope
my story’s still not through
but that’s just wishful thinking
and wishes don’t come true

and of course, I know
life doesn’t owe me a good ending
it does not care about me
I cannot breathe, I cannot see

and please do tell me
am I wrong in my despair
the world ain't good, the world ain't fair
if god exists, he doesn’t care

but if I could start again
well, I would do it in a glance
to be naive, to be alive
I would take the chance

I wanna go to a small town in Colorado, to a place where nobody knows my name.

Because when no one knows your name, and life is just a silly game, there's no reason to feel remorse or shame.

And every day I would sing and dance while every night I would sit and glance at an empty bottle of champagne.

And I would drink and I would sink and I would lay and I would think about the stars until I forget the pain.

I wanna go to a small town in Colorado, to a place where nobody knows my name.

And I will admit, that I might never be complete, but you know what, to me, it's all the same.

I would skip from town to town, I wouldn't stop, I wouldn't frown, only me and my heart free of all sore.

And never again would I look back, to the connections I now lack, because if I remember, I would be free no more.

life has no grand final, so don't anticipate or dread...
the sun will rise and fall again long after you are dead.

life is not a journey, and there is no destination...
only a hole in the ground after a slow stagnation.

life is not a game of skill, it's not a game at all...
it's all physics and dice, so pray for a good roll.

life is not a story, and there is no twist...
no meaning in the chaos, no catalyst.

sometimes a memory will ache and shake and won't disappear...
and will bruise and confuse, and replay so crystal clear.

and will chase you in your dreams and will run and will hop...
and will never stop, always chop, until your sanity goes pop.

and then you either hide behind a bottle of champagne...
or stand and knock and roar until you break under the pain.

and if you escape back to comfort, it's still all an illusion...
escaping to the tune of a memory of a pleasant delusion.

sadness reduced to chemistry, and happiness to pills...
connection into screens, and beauty into heels.

love reduced to science, and the heart to an illusion...
success into psychology, and purpose to confusion.

people made of iron, with automatic minds...
sensation systemized, and sold to the masses in lines.

meaning stripped away, unraveling the scheme...
resistance is futile, the system reigns supreme.

I wonder, what will I think as I take my last breath;
as in one instant, my universe crashes to earth.

will I be proud of this brief moment of light;
as I return to the void and the sun fades out of sight.

will I still care enough for this aimless charade;
to shed a tear for this world which I slowly made.

or will I, when I have nothing to lose or to hide;
admit enduring this descent was a matter of pride.

I wonder, for how long will my memory last;
before my dearest friend forgets me, and I am lost in the past.

the next day the sun will rise again, the people hurrying to work;
the flowers still blooming, the earth rotating like clockwork.

but if no matter what I do the ending will be the same;
is the only way to win, to quit playing the game?