We are going nowhere and we love it
We're riding the one-way express tube train
To a disaster area.
A minefield of no hope and acid lies,
Burning the ground like an arrow in your side.
Because still,
We secretly cheer when they die,
After all, we're mentioned in the will.
And that's all that matters right?
Their death wasn't in vain.
Acid lies and alkaline deception,
All come down to nothing.
And isn't that just lovely?