The passenger almost died today
Got his blood smeared across my face
They say that he might be okay
But he'll never be the same
Fought off the consequences
Up till he mangled his wrists
I think I'll send my own ass away
To smooth these wrinkles out my brain
Make me ordinary
As weight drips from his body
Blame it on bad, bad luck
I got a hunch it's something big
Like the collector collecting
Enough's enough, I've had efuckingnough
And with a skull that fucking thick
I'd like to see you get through it
Enough's enough, I've had efuckingnough
It's just a joke, a bit, a game
He plays but he always fucking wins
A bone to pick
This ugliness needs unpacking
And through the mist
I spot a rift, it's opening
Sleep til you're 39
Then have a little kid
Just like your daddy did
Then let him watch you sick and growing old
Breathe til you're 45
Then have another kid
Just like your daddy did
Then let them watch you sick and growing mold
