Hell 99

1999

Stuck until the end

Suffer till the end

Masochistic trend

Carson, MTV

Bizkit, NYE

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Throw out all the joy and show me metrics for my failures

I live in modern times, give me a modern sense of worth

I told myself there has to be a better quality of suffering

There has to be fatigue worthy of something but there's nothing

Now it's 1999

Stuck until the end

Suffer till the end

Masochistic trend

Carson, MTV

Bizkit, NYE

Repeat and then repeat

You can never really leave

Your friends aren't real

They're the company you keep

Talking shit in a room long after you leave

Is this all there is?

Is this all there is?

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Oh, it's fine, oh it's fine

Never mind, never mind

The days become a massive, green sargassum void of meaning

The minutes have deflated in their value next to nothing

I thought the future would be old things set on fire

But now everything worth immolating is insured

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Constant fatigue

Is this all there is?

Is this all there is?

Is this all there is?

Is this all there is?

Is this all that there is?

Is this all that there is?

Don't you know, don't you know?

It was never more than this

Don't you know, don't you know?

It's a cultural eclipse

Don't you know, don't you know?

Never mind, never mind

Don't you know, don't you know?

Oh, it's fine, oh, it's fine

Oh, I'm fine, oh, I'm fine