Chicago Style Weenies - Cancerous Appendage lyrics

As you spend your days, Contemplate You must have weighed the weight of hell And for the first time felt A cancerous appendage. You must be afraid, to throw away To throw away yourself With the distant smell Of rotting friendships Is it worth it? Or is it worthless? Of course, no one could answer this And even if God did, in fact, exist He’d leave you answerless So much for him being majestic You’re on your own for this And that feeling in the pit – Of your stomach... It couldn’t come at a more perfect worse time, couldn’t come at a more perfect worse time.