Werewolves - Self-Help Book-Burning Lyrics

F*ck you
I'll f*cking kill you
Endless horror
Bitter screaming loss
The cost of fate
Of course you folded
And then you read a book, found a guru
And then you did a colon cleanse, ran a marathon
And then you told everybody that you cleaned your life up

But it's too late
Because you're worthless
Weak and worthless, pathetic
A delusion that you would become a king
Self-help book burning
First you had a downward spiral
Then it got much worse
Tide drags you to hostile shores
Followed decisions to rock bottom
Suffer
In desperation, wallow
And then you tried fasting and drank juices
And then you bought memberships but ignored them all
And then you bought another book
But it's too f*cking late you stupid f*cking cunt

Because you're worthless
Weak and worthless, fool
All your life's work summed up as a goodbye
Might as well f*ck up and die
Bailing out the artery
You will never get better
The only self-help you need
Is a bullet in the head
Gladly offer my assistance
Disposing your worthless body
Monument of shame
Defeat is your name
Failure
Did you know that passion' means to suffer'?
Literary bonfires in the night
When you felt that things had gone too far
You were right

Die