I'm on a sugar crash, I ain't got no fu*kin' cash

Maybe I should take a bath, cut my fu*kin' brain in half

I'm not lonely, just a bit tired of this fu*king s**t

Nothing that I write can make me feel good

Victim of the great machine, in love with everything I see

Neon lights surrounding me, I indulge in luxury

Everything I do is wrong, 'cept for when I hit the bong

Hit the bong, hit the b-b-b-b-b, feel good

Where to now?

Got the rest of my life just laid out

Got the rest of my life to fu*k around

Got the rest of my life to make sound