Video de Booger Storm

Out of tune these days
The only truth I hear is slang
My ceiling is your ground, everything's turned around
So now God thinks it's me who doesn't actually exist
I walked my better half to your door
Left feeling worse than I had before
The sex was boring, my morning breath came out
To say I'm jaded and I've lost my carpe diem
'Cause now everything feels so hollow
Swordfight my drunken mouth
'Til I fall face down in the furniture
Never believe me, I'm just a dunce
I'm still twenty grand and sixty units from enlightenment
Oh, cellphone, laptop
Oh, dirty dishes what have I become?
We're playing chicken with cancer
Getting white lies for answers
From the trash culture shoved in our face
Now that the internets down we can do something else
Turn our angst into products to sell somewhere
I guess that's why we're here
I shouldn't tell you this
This could get dangerous
Now everything feels so hollow
Sit in the shower now, drain the hot water and anxiety
I've got this stale feeling, questioning everything
If its all kitschy what does that make me?