Suicide by Pigs
Ive considered suicide by police
I'd do it myself but I'm far too angry
That's the way these things gotta be,
For now
But When that day comes you'll know
Because you'll become a widow
Organizing all those things that you disliked about me
And I Hope piece by piece
That it finds you no peace at all
Never had a smile
that lit up every room that i came into
All those intentions were self serving
If my eulogy reads like a scene from some bad Hollywood movie
It would Seem that none of you knew me
How much of this time's been wasted?
Singing these rhymes you hated
Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth
So we spend our nights getting wasted
Line after line with numb faces
Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you
Beneath some rubble
Buried in a modern concrete tomb
With western comforts
They will find the remains of our youth
In a vans shoe box
They'll Uncover Letters and mix tapes
Left a trail of breadcrumbs
That will never lead to any place
I've considered suicide by police
Would try it myself but my finger's missing
So i guess I'll stare at a wall And scream
For now
Heartbroken defeated for no particular reason
Quit asking If I'm ok
On the day I die
It will be self explanatory
There won't be a letter for you
Life was just Painfully boring
How much of this time's been wasted?
Singing these rhymes you hated
Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth
So we spend our nights getting wasted
Line after line with numb faces
Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you