The Retirement Song: I’m not old. I just hate you and your bogus friends.
The Truth About Dreaming
Why so much hostility?
You're making this something it shouldn't be
You're just binary and you'll never know
You're just binary and you'll never understand
Your words burn my eyes
(I'll be the first to grab the knife and slit your fingertips
And force you to type the apology letter
From this rusty machine)
I fail to understand all these bullshit fucking trends
I feel like never picking up a mic again
I know that I don't know and that I'm never "right"
But what you're doing makes me want to quit
And never pick up a mic again
