Sick to my Stomach

I see this dead end world for exactly as it should be
Of being nothing but a loser
Dreams only fulfilled for the negligent, the evil and the awful
The ones who need their fucking heads caved in
A straight dose of blunt force trauma
The kind I will induce upon myself
As I jettison out of this shithole life
Who should I take with me
Any suggestions

I'm not scared and I don't want a funeral
I want a swift exit and a quick forgotten
While this wasted planet wobbles
Still staggers cold and callous
Still orbits resilient and unaffected
For a society of unwanted sexual advances
Your personal liberty constantly taken for granted
Culture dragging hope for change into an early grave
Down when my corpse turns over and over
Where my spirit still suffers just as I did when I lived
Alongside amoral aristocrats whose boots you continue to lick
Aw suck my fucking dick

You can go head, go hang, suffocate on your own methane
While I beat myself down for every misstep that I take
I can't seem to correct it
For fuck sake can't ever seem to catch a fucking break
What a nightmare
It's a fucking nightmare
Where is the exit as the fires grow higher
Fueled by hatred, my misdirection
I never asked for this and I'm not obliged to stay
In this sick joke, a scathing punchline
A serrated cleaver sawing through my mind
I want to twist it so badly into you
Like a rusty pocket knife, like a flathead screwdriver
Like a sharpened Ticonderoga

I'll be your fifteen feet of removed intestine
I'll be your every meal through a straw
I'll be your intubation
I'll be your pneumonia
I'll be the morphine pumping euphoria while you die
I'll be your bed sores
I'll be your bed pan
I'll be your bloated jaundice at the end of your life

I feel sick to my stomach
I'm fucked in the head
I feel sick to my stomach
I'm fucked in the head
I feel sick to my stomach
I'm fucked in the head
I feel sick to my stomach
I'm fucked