كلمات Morality Aesthetics

Is there such a thing As the self Everyone Has become Carbon copies Of someone else What a time To be alive Watch the world change We see it all Digital eyes Sick of playing games Because I always lose An honest man understands It's time to pick and choose Living in a world Of the obtuse You may not win But failure you must refuse You must refuse No I don't want to go I'm so special My head told me so Did you not know I'm digging graves for friends As well as foes All on principles This existence is pitiful So talk back Please talk back Say what you have to say Say what you have to say Say it Then I'll pretend Like I ever gave a fuck anyway I've lived my life Inside this room In a way You could say It's become my tomb Three dead roses Hanging on the wall Held by nails So they don't fall Suspended inverted I won't bear the burden Why be concerned when Life is worthless Life is worthless