I care about the group,
we all have our problems.
My problem is nobody gives a fuck about me.
The group is a ferocious pack.
And my friends are to far away to help me.
So I retreat in my shell like a snail.
In life you have to be a killer to be a winner.
Nobody remembers who came in second.
I remember sitting on that bench,
about how I poisoned them all.
Some cyanide in the can of coffee,
foam on their lips,
disbelief in their eyes.
Swell days and much more to come.
They call me a massmurderer,
that’s not the name on my ID.
It’s Ernest McGee.
Want a coffin,
come with me.
I am an undertaker now,
I create my own customers.
Hey, you don’t like the story?
Let’s put a smile on that face. Here you have some razorblades.
The gun won’t go off if you chew.
A fuck it, i am tired of your company,
rest in pieces, you!