Morgue Supplier - Constant Negative

Not moving, basically paralyzed,
I don't want to get up.
I don't want to participate
in this anymore.
What's the point? What are the answers?
Are there any? Why the fuck bother?
Does it really even matter?
Who are you? Who are we?
I drag myself off of the couch
and stumble to the mirror.
I don't even know myself. Did I ever?
Is everyone full of shit?
These people sure put on a good show.
These people sure put on a good show.
Not moving, basically paralyzed,
I don't want to get up.
I don't want to participate
in this anymore.
What's the point? What are the answers?
Are there any? Why the fuck bother?
Does it really even matter?
Who are you? Who are we?
I feel as if I know the harsh fucking reality
of this seemingly lifeless existence
while so many others trudge throughout the day
Constant Negative
Just to start again
Not moving
The next goddamned morning
Basically paralyzed, I don't want to
With nothing, at all, worth a fuck
I don't want to
In their sights, or maybe, that's just me.
Not moving, basically paralyzed,
I don't want to get up.
I don't want to participate
in this anymore.
What's the point? What are the answers?
Are there any? Why the fuck bother?
Does it really even matter?
Who are you? Who are we?
Constant Negative