Have you heard the latest unattractive news?   My life has been too long, the latest part is used  I'm growing old, the mirror makes me scared    I am the state-of-the-art living asshole  The concentrate of boredom  The concentrate all concentrates come from  And I wish I was god, why can't I get what I want    It could be worse, I'm quite ok  Though I'm impaled  I'm choking on the remnants of my past life  But it's ok 'cause I'm not you    I might as well share spit with some death angel  But in case you wonder, I haven't got any time  I don't know what to do  So why don't I go fuck myself?