Mood

"There's nothing awesome here

Not a damn thing

There's nothing "wow!"

Just a bunch of people, scared

Everybody's fuckin' scared

Fear eating all the souls at once

I'm tired of it

And I dreamed about gettin' away

To a new life

Where there's not so much fucking knowledge

I don't want any of this "information"

I don't want "you"

No, not anymore

I've had enough of "you"

Yeah I'm talking to "you"

I wanna go to Paraguay

Live in a compound under the trees

With servants and bodyguards who love me

Free of criticism

Free of manners and bores [?]

I wanna be your basic Clyde [?]

Who made good

And went away while he could

To somewhere where people are still human beings

Where they have spirit

You take mother-fucking laptop

Just shove it into your goddamn foul mouth

Down your shit-eating gizzard

You fuckin' phony two-faced, three-timing piece of turd

And I hope you shit it out with all the words in it

And I hope the security services read those words

And pick you up and flay you

For all your evil and poisonous intentions

Cause I'm sick and it's your fault

And I'm gonna go heal myself now"