These half-assed clich suicides are getting old and getting under my skin

These rich degenerates and cocaine whores have worn their welcome out

And worn my patience razor thin

They breed like rats and laugh their way through life

And spread a plague of useless and pathetic trends

Now every tear you cry is drawing flies, but that's just fine cus listen up, son

This is where it ends

You piss your sorry life away

I pray each day for floods to wash the bullshit back to where it bred

Don't cry to me when all is lost to self-inflicted holocaust

Cus now my pity's buried with the dead

I'll force you down, I'll force you out

I'll show your face unto the world and every dying junky friend

Now dry those sunken eyes

You chose to make this hell your life, now listen up, son

This is where it ends