Sit aside and pretend to care
I'm sure that you would if you had time to spare
Like they're already dead
Are you already dead?
Oh, f**ing hell, there's quite a lot to lose
You like breathing air?
That's funny, yeah, me too
Keep pretending to care
Are you really not scared?
I guess you're already, ready
A psycho vision of
Arms around ideas of things you need
Don't exist to the touch
Oh yeah, who needs a reason now?
Hate's a thing to trust
Drag it round like informed concern
For a people you love
And as we're suffocating
One last
Ah, f**in' hell