Slaughterhouse-Five

I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight -- C'mon!
 Tonight I drink myself into a fucking coma
 Fuck this shit world, each day I am growing colder
 Tonight intended to be the end of everything "me"
 My blood is burning through my veins fucking urgently
 I'm decomposing and I'm not even dead
 My body's breaking down until it is shed
 My chest, a coffin, closed where you used to be
 Time heals nothing, trust is so fucked -- you're dead to me
 Trust is so fucked
 Believing is just another word for self-defeat
 Nothing you give will ever mean a fucking thing
 Disappointment is certain, and so I fall to my knees
 I've been beat down by life with every breath I breathe
 I'm decomposing and I'm not even dead
 My body's breaking down until it is shed
 My chest, a coffin, closed where you used to be
 Time heals nothing, trust is so fucked -- you're dead to me
 I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight -- C'mon!
 Night after fucking night, knife at my throat
 Endless fucking tears for you, I've lost all hope