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Call the bastard up and buy him lunch Let's talk about the future How I've grown to feel so little love How you act like you don't understand A short word with the lonesome balladeer A long weekend all bent out of shape A new self help book for each year Annotating the path to my grave I don't want to talk about the future No I don't care if I'm wasting my time I've got time to waste And no will to participate I've been wasting my whole life And I'm so bored of being sad It's not cool anymore It's old And I'm bored Shit's really not so bad I created this hell I have no one to blame but myself If you romanticize misery, brother, you're gonna be miserable I was dead SongtexteI was looking for companies to sling shirts at the funeral All the makings of a pacifist, another hypocrite, hippie weed head Throwing out the dogma and cashing in "We did the math on it It wasn't happening" The villain arc of a wanton rogue One of heaven's tortured souls With a cold heart A white dwarf headed for a black hole Sharpening my teeth on the bones of my old enemies I'm over saying sorry and I'm Bored of being sad It's not cool anymore It's old And I'm bored Shit's really not so bad I created this hell... And I'm so bored of being sad It's not cool anymore It's old And I'm bored Shit's really not so bad I created this hell I have no one to blame but myself Aus Songtexte Mania