There’s too much blood in my head There’s too much cum in my bed There’s too much shit that is Bringing me down Headphones are full of earwax I haven’t had any sex It could be this that is Making me frown There’s something wrong with myself I always dream about death But waking up’s Just like falling asleep And every time I wake up I choose not to give a fuck I masturbate and take Pills with stale beer Death Pain I just wanna be happy Again Blood Grime I feel so damn depressed all the Time Fuck everything that I’ve done ‘Cause I can do what I want Nothing is real and my Mind’s turned to shit I guess I just hate post-punk No matter how much I want Those fucking songs always Put me to sleep The first of many lost years Where I ignore all my fears And I pretend everything’s Going as planned A virgin’s dream is to choose Someone to make him not lose In this dumb game we like To call romance Death Pain I won’t ever be happy Again Blood Grime I feel so fucking mad all the Time