God Says Fuck You

Ha ta ta, the motions of notions, as if I ever cared, Beautifully sensing one's own quality as if it was there, Ha ta ta, the clocks on the wall are looking for something to do, Baking soda and things in a wagon, and clothes lines over the stars, Tak

Oh, I'm so agitated, so agitated Run through a washing machine, agitated, I'm so agitated, I'm so convoluted I don't know what I know, but I'd just like to shoot it It's five a.m. and I'm crawling the walls, waiting for imaginary telephone calls You

Wake up, wake up, at the bottom of the stairs, Laid out prone, so vividly unaware, Punctured out neural tissue, what can it be, to be so unhappy, to be unhappy It's anxiety, and it's tearing you to shreds, Don't die yet, baby, you forgot to make the