I woke up in thirty layers of shame glaze,

It's the laid-back attack on a dead day in a bad phase,

Wasting my life has become a fucking hobby,

This ain't the pursuit of happiness but if you heard it before then stop me

I'm just a lazy teen rambling with low self-esteem,

Cuz what's the use of attitude when life's emotional gambling,

You deal out support and get back some sort,

Of an apathetic apology of neglect while playing the court

Or the field, fuck it I'm losing my lingo,

There's a million fish in the sea but I need an octopus, Ringo,

Call me Bungalow Bill cuz I'm like a mile from society,

Bout to file a scathing scene developed from my memories

I'm caving in, and my skin's gone thin,

Sticks and stones broke my bones, that's the end, call it, fin,

Now send my death report out to all of the local news,

Stations that'll be stating they necronomically confused

Ignorance will stay bliss, midnight til morning,

No one can save the world so shit, why bother learning?

Thumbs twiddling, nothing to do, kerosene,

Destruction is nothing without a firm, solid reasoning,

What's a riot without a viable cause,

But who am I to talk I barely bawk with a backup supply of gauze

Wrapped in bandages, emotional and physical,

Sure my flow is mystical but what's the point of visibilty,

Planting my seed in the greed of public opinion,

And maybe it could be consciousness instead of rank religion

It's all about the impact, I'm all about the limb snaps,

The morning guillotine clap matched with a noontime dirt nap,

I'm sick of sickos ranting about their shit son,

But now I'm complaining so who's the walking contradiction

Tables are turned so hey kids what have we learned,

What's the lesson today refresh me uh how'd it get burned,

Was it a forest fire or more likely some guns for hire,

It's amazing how this blazing landscape remains unturned

Ignorance will stay bliss, midnight til morning,

No one can save the world so shit, why bother learning?