I'm not kind to her I'm not here I'm not there I see d**h sometimes; I see life there all the time I can't stand this place; I can't stand the evenings I will rig pleasure(?); I will rig this pleasure This life has gone too far This life has grown too small We've gone too far I'm so irritable; I'm so pissy all the time I keep fighting you; I keep holding on to time I'll stop loathing on; I'll start asking what is mine I'll dig a grave for you I'll dig a grave if that's what you want me to do Please make sense of this hard time Please make sense in this lifetime I will bury You with me We'll rot, too– Forever