Released by The Flenser and Enemies List Home Recordings
If the soul survives - like I do every summer - and I’m still a fucking bummer? Then, everyone I know is still alive by no choice of mine. I know exactly what I did...I opted out by never really opting in. And never really thought I would survive. Nothing new, under sun and moon. Because this just can’t be right...since the right co-opted nihilism, I’ll decide not to decide. I’m still my father’s son, only ever looking out for number one. Who knew life could be anything, but? Fell every tree in the forest. Put a bullet in every poet. Flatten every mountain, level every hill. You’d best believe...because they fucking will.