You're Such A Hoot

Creature of habit Everything prismatic In giving the static a chance Blurred out my senses Doc what's the consensus? I'm still digging trenches goddamn The drugs take a strong hold I don't want to get old I'll sell you my dead soul just let me go Maybe I'll kill myself Maybe I'll go to hell Maybe I'll just chill Or maybe I'll grow Cuz nothing you say Can convince me to stay I've made up my mind So just get out of my way I'm so fucking tired Of fighting these fires I'll jump from this spire Just to call it a day Maybe I'll just fucking kill myself, yeah?