Woe Unto Us - Have A Nice Life

They are kneeling on my back in Connecticut.

And I watch for signs, but I just hurt my neck.

I believe, that you’re the God of Abraham.

And you’ll strike me dead, but in the end, what the fuck do I care?

We can never be alone.

There’s a restlessness in our bones.

What if I decide

that my life has been a waste?

So woe unto us.