When Samara is standing by the well in “The Ring” and singing
I suddenly get struck by something, a lightning
Of pointlessness and agendas all my friends kept processing I didn’t get a single one I’ve missed
Realise there’s noone out there for you its true
I got laid more than you. I’ve stolen more cars than you
So I wrote this song there’s nothing wrong with self loathing, we are all in the same happy boat sinking
Pay no attention to starving nations
Pay no attention on your education, baby
Give no cred to yourself for feeling sore
Give no cred to anything, nomore
Realise there’s noone out there for you its true
I got laid more than you. I’ve stolen more cars than you
So I wrote this song there’s nothing wrong with self loathing, we are all in the same happy boat sinking
Pay no attention to starving nations
Pay no attention on your education, baby
Give no cred to yourself for feeling sore
Give no cred to anything, nomore
Now I’m in bliss and I don’t care
Of what or who will lay it on me
I wont listen, I’m not there
Then what or who will look over me
You can preach and you could stare
Of what or who will lay it on me
I will have you running scared
Then what or who will look over me
Pay no attention to starving nations
Pay no attention on your education, baby
Give no cred to yourself for feeling sore
Give no cred to anything, nomore
Now I’m in bliss and I don’t care
Of what or who will lay it on me
I wont listen, I’m not there
Then what or who will look over me
You can preach and you could stare
Of what or who will lay it on me
I will have you running scared
Then what or who will look