Have Fun In Hell

To whom it may concern, how does it feel now?

To feel like no matter what you do, it doesn't for real count?

No end to the madness in sight and so you'd rather cling

To a scientific notion you know is bogus, deep down

How's your sleep schedule? what do you dream about?

Do you appreciate how the wailing wind through the trees sounds?

Do you ever get the feeling that you're getting suffocated

In a vicious, endless, repetitious beatdown?

Trapped inside the mother matrix with no hope to find peace

Or even a hatch to be released out

The concept will be a thorn in your side

Til you decide to accept that you're a thorn in the Kings crown