Iamerror - Forest Of Fellatio lyrics

Can I not tread on these unholy branches any longer? The ground is worn, my feet are stuck in god knows what I would contemplate existentialist bullsh** if the trees weren't f**ing staring me down This can't seriously be a motherf**ing lake This makes no goddamn sense I'm going home (f** this) At least 'til I get some head of illusion