You stared straight into the fire. Your eyes melt. Air, building. Your eye sockets are bleeding. You've seen too much. You've touched too much. What's the point of having a cute little ass? What's the point of anything? You just end up dying. It doesn't matter. There you lie in your grave with your cute little ass. It's not so cute anymore. It's full of worms. So why should I take my medicine? I'm only going to die. Or have you invented a new medicine that will fix everything? And you can make all the world a paradise? Where everybody feels good, and nobody feels bad? And no one feels fat and ugly? Can you do that? When I went to school In the horrible horrible little place where I grew up That I don't even wanna say it's name There was never anybody there who wanted me. Not even me.