Of Dust - Gutter Procession

Grey landscapes filled with waste
And I don't mean the material kind
Your teachings of philanthropy
Mean nothing in a world full of lies
I'd sooner kill all of you around me
Than be subjected to your bullshit
Day in, day out, dead days run rampant
Joy's taxed away before I even see it
And all your dreams, hopes and goals
Fuck them, I don't care, fuck them, I don't care
What do I think about your life right now?
Fuck you, I don't care, fuck you, I don't care
I wish that none of your goals will come true
I wish your life would end in front of you
Fuck everything you've ever done, I hate you
I'll throw a disco at your funeral

Too long have I set aside my thoughts
Too long have I suffered for your pleasure
I've watched you all, sick to the core
Your kids, scars on this landscape
And fuck your mindless alcohol reliance
Fuck your systems, fuck this love
Transparent and material
Your world's fucking dead to me

Death can't come soon enough
Especially when you're around me
Your words mean nothing at all
And you're worth even less
Now I lie unveiled
With only one request
To stay the fuck away from me
Before my pain becomes your problem