Wastoid Testo

Who gives a shit what you did late last night
Or who took your advantageous dignity
Because of the way you dressed?
A simple 'no' would have kept you alive
Now you rot inside yourself and you
Don't know fucking why you had to change

Spare me grief
And cap off the temperamental agony
Confine it within your reach Forget about an idealist future
The quality that rears the most is
Giving into everyone's routine