VEIL OF MIST

I suck on a bottle of red wine

Sitting on my old blue sofa

And think about cleaning my fingernails

The days run away

Like the spider over the carpet

And you're always so fucking nasty

Or was it a cockroach?

You are a cockroach!

Youd said: all you do is sit around

and think about life, being and death, I'm fat up with this shit

You're such a numb ass

What the hell's wrong with us?

I switch the TV on

You're right:

We can't stop the war

or anything else