Simplistic, domestic shit life
Processed to fit in place
The pathetic, ascetic shit life
Depressed to fill in spaceNeglected, rejected
Who wants this anyway?
Defected, directed
Hating life everydayWho asked you to cry for me?
Who asked you to lie for me?
Who knows who I wanna be?
You ask but you don't ask meShe's pretty, how 'bout me? Shit life
Your looks, all that you seePlastic, elastic
Who wants this anyway?
Dynamic, satanic
And all the things you sayWho asked you to pray for me?
Who said to believe in me?
Who has to pretend for me?
I'm asking you, answer meYou think you're something
You're fucked in the head
You think you're something
Well, I don't think soYou think you're something
You're already dead
You think you're something
Well, I don't think soIrritated, frustrated shit life
Won't hear a word I sayWho asked you to write to me?
Who asked you to try for me?
Who asked you to live for me?
Who asked you anythingYou think you're something
You're fucked in the head
You think you're something
Well, I don't think soYou think you're something
You're already dead
You think you're something
Well, I don't think soWell, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't think soWell, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't, well, I don't
Well, I don't think so