What's the use Of feeling substancial When no one cares? I'm being used I go into a stormy exodus I walk past words The ones that flow from their teeth I like to call them lies but then I realize that is how they breathe Nothing is sacred, nothing meaningful I might as well be inebriated for the rest of my life Sinking to their level Makes me want to Stab a tiki torch through my chest It's the best I could come up with On such short notice