Lyrics

This whole life malarkey is a bit of a faff I think I want my money back I'd rather spend it on a heart attack I can't find a wife, my car keys or a plastic bag That wouldn't make a lovely face mask Maybe that could make a feeling last I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just wanna die It's hard to not fantasise When all the adverts make it look so nice I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just wanna die It's hard to not fantasise When all the adverts make it look so nice Morality's a fickle figment of everyone's imagination Humanity is a vicious illness immune to any medication Divinity's around the corner, but so is our annihilation Oh dear, what a delightful way to wake up in the middle of the night Wish I could believe in an afterlife 'Cause it would make such a lovely lullaby I'm sick of seeing binary and finding the flaws in it all Guess I better go find myself another lost cause I'm sure one'll turn up in the last place I look I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just want to die It's hard to not fantasise When all the adverts make it look so nice I can't stop thinking 'bout how I just want to die It's hard to not fantasise When all the adverts make it look so nice
Writer(s): Andrew Thompson, Adam Michael Pardey, Bryn Jenkins, Hugo Meredith-hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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