Songtext von Internet

Bitch who knows how I’ll go Maybe I’ll die fast or maybe I’ll die slow Now we know that the grave digger Makes the beat sicker They wanna linger with or without The middle finger It’s too late for my mental state To be the topic of debate When I'm six feet down in the dirt Don’t relate to the hurt You motherfuckers are the worst I’ve resisted pessimism for so long And I got caught up in the system, I was wrong I’ve resisted pessimism for so long Our therapeutic, cathartic, misanthropic God When I die bury me in the internet When I die bury me in the internet When I die bury me in the internet Watch me resurrect When I die bury me in the internet When I die bury me in the internet When I die bury me in the internet And transcend into the new definition of dead Put a gun to Elmo’s head And let’s shoot that motherfucker dead There’s nothing left of my innocence My traumas have turned into fetishes Bandages on bandages And I swear that there’s no mending this Obsessed with everything negative Being birthed into colourful images Disconnected, I feel so numb Fuck it, just pull out the plug And the world goes round and round I just wanna look down I can’t wait to tear away the skin I can’t stand this body that I'm in Why the fuck would I live in it again? When I die bury me in the internet When I die bury me in the internet When I die bury me in the internet Watch me resurrect When I die bury me in the internet When I die bury me in the internet When I die bury me in the internet And transcend into the new definition of dead