World of Shit
Demo #1

Ends and means laid out before me.
Can't make up my mind.
I don't know why. (I don't know why.)
I don't know why. (I don't know why.)
I just know...

Something, something isn't right inside.
I feel it churning.
Something, something has my soul, I know.
I feel it burning.
Something, something stands between me
and the things that I want.
Something, something has to change.

Seems a feast laid out before me.
I can't taste a thing.
Although I try. (I always try.)
I always try. (I always try.)

But too much shit gets in the way.
Seems like nothing here is real at all.
All these smiling paper dolls.
Like biting into wax fruit.
And maybe that's why I can't taste anything.
Nothing wrong with me at all.
Can't tempt me with a plastic apple.
I'll never fucking fall.

Something, something isn't right outside.
I see it shatter.
Nothing, nothing in this world of shit
could ever matter.
Nothing, nothing that I see
is what I want because there's
nothing, nothing here at all.

There are days I wake up crying and
screaming in my sleep.
I must be dying.
Don't want to die so far from home.