DEAD OUTSIDE Lyrics

I have done some very bad things in my lifetime

I'm uneasy around people unless it's in the nighttime

Sometimes I imagine myself free-falling from the skyline

And having my body splat while people watch from the sidelines

Like, like, like, "WORLDSTAR! Carcass on the street!"

I wonder if I sold snuff films, would it help my family eat?

I wonder if I offed myself would it karmically be a good deed?

I wonder if I could explain some things to Satan if he'd accept that he misunderstood me

Did he? Did he misunderstand me?

Shit

Shit

Shit, what's the weather like? Record summer, my birthday was burning up

Telling myself I'll be less controlled by my addictions, I'm purging stuff

But then the next day comes around, and once again I'm burning stuff

Only way to deal with the day to day, stuck at work feel like I'm earning noth-ing

These creations make me feel like I have some worth, though onlookers may disagree

But fuck an audience, truthfully these albums are just for me

I'm dead inside, when I'm dead outside my body will be mere debris

This cyclical nature is a serial killer, and I think it's on a spree

Fuck