All my friends are dead and the ones that are alive
Well their going to ride with me until the grave
So I guess its all the same
Ain't shit changed
Just a couple of names
Just a couple of names
And to them well, I ain't got nothing to say (nope)
I ain't got nothing to say
Except maybe...

I'll even leave the TV screen on
And scream on, clean through the static
Got an automatic pressed against the attic
If home is where the heart is
I'm tearing the roof off this duplex
With the force of a suplex
Hit the ring going Bang, Bang, Bang
So no you cannot change my mind
Even if you mopped up all the stains and the brains
Behind there's a name to find
Floating in a pool of grime
They’re like, who the fuck is this that just passed
Gone in a flash and body turned to ash
With him an opinion less than proper
So you can keep the copper for my eyelids
On my end there's silence
So you can, you can
You can kill that noise
It was search and destroy
And I found myself
In the mirror gripping metal getting ready for death because...

I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say
Except
Fuck the world and I'm out this bitch
You can get fly but I'm out this shit

Now this is rest for the wicked
Grab your shovel and chisel
Lets make the a soil top bed
And your headstone pillow
Carve out a name and initial
A quote for visitors forgetting
That the ideal life is that your ideas don't die with you
Old boggling brain
The individual processed through dirt
Rotting pile turned mineral
A pinnacle of your life
I know it’s sounding cynical
But this is where your thoughts lie
For nobody to listen to
And oh how forgetful
Now I'm back on the surface
I've watched a serpent swallow their tongue
Like what’s the purpose
Well that's enough inertia to make the world spin perfect
And that's how it feels to make death feel certain
And this is how it is when the words feel worthless
Get revenge
Let the worms go and bite the fucking birds
Its nothing left to say
Fuck the world and its purpose

I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say
I ain't got nothing to say
Except
Fuck the world and I'm out this bitch
You can keep it fly but I'm out this shit like
All my friends are dead and the ones that are alive
Well their going to ride with me until the grave
So I guess its all the same
Homie ain't shit changed