Stop the press. Deep down I know I’m not impressive.
The more exposure my face gets, the more my essence tends to lessen.
I’ll learn my lesson when the best are dead or dying so I won’t defend what I can’t hold.
Don’t mistake these kind eyes for kindness!
Ever lie so many times you begin to believe it?
I’ll burn my bridges when I’ve exhausted the extent of my friends.
Just pretend like I don’t know.

100 years then you die. You expect me not to try?
You must be kidding when you say, “hey that’s life!”.
One century then you pass. So surprised when I lie?
Chin up young buck now you’re fucked but hey, “that’s life!”

Happy is a home that shelters a fiend like me.

I’ll live life like there’s nothing after.
Breath like I was born today.
Despite problematic matters I live like nothing bothers me.

100 years then you die. You expect me not to try?
You must be kidding when you say, “hey that’s life!”.
One century then you pass. So surprised when I lie?
Chin up young buck now you’re fucked but hey, “that’s life!”

Happy is a home, a life, my friends who shelter a fiend like me.

I’ll make the devil shriek, “oh my god ” when he’s seen the mess the mess i’ve left behind.
I’ll make god yell, “holy hell ” when he’s seen the mess I’ve left behind.
I’ll make God yell, “I said god damn!, god damn!!” when he’s seen the mess I left behind in…

100 years then you die. You expect me not to try?
You must be kidding when you say, “hey that’s life!”.
One century then you pass. So surprised when I lie?
Chin up young buck now you’re fucked but hey, “that’s life!”

Happy is a home.
Happy is a life.
Happy are my friends,
Who shelter a rage like mine.