Suicide Jag

I feel so bad and broken day in and day out
Confused and annoyed, it's all I find I think about

The voices all around you starting to make you blind
12 o' clock, tick tock, come on baby now it's brain washing time

Morning will come and you'll still be trapped here in your cage
I'll be gone, I'll be gone far away

The king is dead long live the fucking king
There used to be a time when I would do almost any single little thing for you
I see you now and my stomach's balled up in a knot
I feel the cold knife blade of disgust in my gut like a shot

Morning will come and you'll still be trapped here in your cage

You can fuck me and I hate you
You can hate me and I fuck you
Isn't what this is all about?

The future's not all it's cracked up to be
Bloated in the daylight
Dead eyes seldom see
Your empire's in flames and your kingdom's out of power
The Emperor's dead and n his grave are crushed one dozen
Dead flowers