If This Passes for Living

I've been here a while now
Serving my time
Watching the clock run down

Waiting
Holding my anger down

I fought for a long while
I tried to make good
For all of the things, i’d done

But I know your trust in me
Can never be rebuilt
I can dress up like a family man
But you know that suit never quite fit
And I can’t afford to have you staring at my back
I could move across the world and you would
Still be here

Waiting
Counting every day
So I'm burning the whole thing down
This home
It’s a prison cell
So I'm burning the whole thing down

We are a virus
We’re a product of bad luck
We scream our way into existence
Nine months after someone else gets fucked
Death as an option is a comforting idea
Continuing in misery is something we do mostly out of fear

We are malignant, there’s no intelligent design
We’re a cancer feeding violently
Upon the flesh of that which gives us life
Death as an ending is a comfort to keep in mind
We forget that waking up each day is just a habit
We can choose to die

I've been waiting my entire life