im filled with the anticipation, of something that i know

you call me a useless motherf**ker while im working my 

fingers to the bone

i know that everybody has used me

i know that everybody has lied

but i take some comfort in knowing, the fact that 

everybody dies

(all of you motherf**kers will die)

and i dont have the answers, because its all bullshit

in fact i dont know the questions, because they are all 

bullshit

its all bullshit