Repeated voices of my head
Calling me to be the dead
The life of world isn't real , life of a goyim lacks zeal
Don't fret for yet you'll soon have a life
Where you know that its fine
Where everything comes in sine
Stop in my tracks just to listen
For some crap from my circumcision
Of what I'm wrong and bad memories
A life of no cohesion
Everyone argues like a demon
I just live to just plug in
And turn off, and get turned on
Into nothing at all