i want to die in my sleep, i dont know why i think

that will be the solution to the way i think

the more and more i do, the further i sink

it's not like society needs me for that link

im in the wrong place at the wrong time, a freak

some action must hold the answer i seek

each and every day at the answer i get a peek

every day life becomes more tongue-in-cheek

because everyone knows this earthly misery is fucking bleak

it's like a god damn tradgedy, all written in greek

everyone's answer to existence is wholefully weak

should i praise a god i don't remember how bad it was last week?

how ever we came upon this conscious existence, the process needs a tweak

all these thoughts, all at once form an almost symphonic shrill shriek

my want to carry on this horrid scary worthless sentience has reached it's peak

is there nothing to make it worthwhile, a love, a belief, a desire, a drink?

if only there was another mind as wonderous as mine to share this mind technique

maybe together we'll grow old as old as the oldest of antiques

by that time we'll have new and intelligent answers for life's critique

oh yes and with these answers, our lives will no longer mystique

everyone will wonder why we're so happy, curiousity we'll pique

the best chance at a happy life we shall together, forever wreak