Depression Songtext / Lyric

We're living for life to be the way we feel;
not living for life, but the death appeal.
Who wants a cancerous, boring end
when you can die misery and following the trend?

I say, "Who cares cares anyway? Who listens, to what I say?"
This song rhymes and we play it in time.

And if you wanna live Super Market Isles
and ?? your vacation by flying for miles
take a day off and listen to lies
while others Capitalize

I say, "Who cares cares anyway? Who listens, to what I say?"
This song rhymes and we play it in time.

Play in your bands and live for fame
but all you're doing is playing their game
Brood in a corner and complain the rest
but all we're really living for is to die

I say, "Who cares cares anyway? Who listens, to what I say?"
This song rhymes and we play it in time.

We're living like cockroaches in this place,
sprayed insecticide that leaves no trace
And if we could cram you at night
you can be assure we'd love to bite

I say, "Who cares cares anyway? Who listens, to what I say?"
This song rhymes and we play it in time.

I'm not living life to be
A Real Cheap Fucker Like You
COPOUT!