Fucking Dickheads 

I can have 
I can have

I can have whatever you think I have
Entering a supermarket
I can have a knife to stab you in an empty aisle
But it would make you miserable
So you think, ah fuck it
We're better than this, huh? 
We're all people, after all
But pardon me, ain't it always about people 
When shit goes south. 
Or you think I'm goon.

So what now?

So fucking mean, so fucking lame
Who can blame you for being so polite or so naive? 
But I'm telling you, it's a lie
We're not better, we're the worst
I'd better be a storyteller
But this story wants me to be a part of it
I'm so lost, I'm so lost

So what now?

It's not trustworthy
And it's not about trust, it's about worthiness 
I want to be a bookworm
But I don't have time for anything I'd want
I'm a resource for this freaking time.
It's slowly sucking all the energy out of me 
And turning it into death and suffering
For anybody around me

So what now?

I'm a goldmine 
Stuffed with blood 
But ain't you the same?
Or you don't believe it, luv?
I'm just playing, it's not for real, is it?
But you're snorting another coke line
And your future is instantly turning bright
Until the first gulp of beer
And then everything is back to normal
Everything is normal again.
Everything is OK.

So what now? 
Your action?
What now?
What's next?

I can have whatever you think I have
Entering a supermarket
I can have a billion dollars to give you as goodwill gesture
But you wouldn't believe it, because deep in our souls
We are all greedy fucking assholes
And we know that everybody is the same
Everybody is the same

So what now?

We're alive and hence we're not dead
But ain't we dead because our hearts are still beating 
And our lungs still can consume some exhausted air
Like straight from the tail-pipe
Still fresh, still hot
Or because our minds are not clouded 
I'm mental, and so are you, aren't you?
Either now, or later
Either now, or later

So what now? 
Your action?
What now?
What's next?

I could have whatever you thought I'd have 
Entering a supermarket
But after all I've got my shopping bag and some euros in my wallet 
To buy some shite because I'm a living exhibit
Of freaking unconscious consumption 
And a victim of advertisement and imposing of interests

Boring, huh