Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up
The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust
Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane
And earlier, somebody bit me, what a fucking day
The sky is falling
It's fucking boring
I'm going brain-dead, isolated
God is a shithead
And we're his rejects
Traumatized for breakfast
I can't stomach anymore
Survival horror
Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin
The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up)
Doing my head in
I keep fading in and out
I don't know where I've been
I feel so hungry
What the hell is happening?
The sky is falling
It's fucking boring
I'm going brain-dead, isolated
God is a shithead
And we're his rejects
Traumatized for breakfast
I can't stomach anymore
Survival horror
Dear diary, dog stopped barking, probably 'cause I ate her face
Tasty, itchy, TV say there's no more human race
Kinda sad my whole entire existence's been a waste
Ah, never mind, it's not the end of the world (oh, wait)
Fly
Lie
