Spreading the Dis-Ease

Roll down the window
I need a breath of fresh shit
Assume the worst
And be amazed to disgust
There is really no preparing yourself
No day is without incident anymore
Action is bad acting
Everything's a fuckin' hassle
Tomorrow you'll care less
How can this nonsense be a tragedy?
What's to feel?
Fuck you!
For even making me have to think today



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Wilton, Geoffery Tate
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