Spirituality

I'm right here where you left me Experimenting Bored out of my fucking mind Please give me a sign Please show me a sign Please show me that you're alive There's got to be Another way Another place for me Please, help me please You'll never be What you try to be If you want to be it God help the king of nothing It's getting late I'm getting old And every night I just sleep We never talk And every night I look to the sky And I pray to God they'll hear me And if that's all there is If this is it Won't... Won't someone tell me? 'Cause I'm so fucking sick Of all you sick Stupid people (Strapping Young Lad rocks my hairy anus)