Brat Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days They're getting over the hill Death is closing in and catching up As far as I can tell Got a plan of action and cold blood And it smells of defiance I'll just wait for Mom and Dad to die And got my inheritance Now I want more 'Cause I'm getting bored And I'm going nowhere fast I was once filled with doubt Now it's all figured out Nothing good can last Crows feet and rot are setting in And time is running out My parent's income interest rate Is gaining higher clout I'm a snot nosed slob Without a job And I know I damn well should Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days But my future's looking good Brain Stew I'm having trouble trying to sleep I'm counting sheep but running out As time ticks by And still I try No rest for crosstops in my mind On my own... here we go My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed Dried up and bulging out my skull My mouth is dry My face is numb Fucked up and spun out in my room On my own... here we go My mind is set on overdrive The clock is laughing in my face A crooked spine My sense dulled Passed the point of delerium On my own... here we go Jaded Somebody keep my balance I think I'm falling off Into a state of regression The expiration date Rapidly coming up It's leaving me behind to rank Always move forward Going "straight" will get you nowhere There is no progress Evolution killed it all I found my place in nowhere I'm taking one step sideways Leading with my crutch Got a fucked up equilibrium Count down from 9 to 5 Hooray! We're gonna die! Blessed into our extinction