Worms

I'll be eating some worms for my breakfast
Because my stomach can handle that great mess
And in a shitty attempt to break the monotony
I'll throw away my computer and play monopoly

But I don't really know what to do with my spare time
Get away with a murder or make a bad rhyme
So god just tell me now
Am I forgiven or not? 'Cause if I'm not I'll get myself shot

I've been observed from the inside
I've insist with something that's in my mind

I'll be meeting with them by eleven
Because we all want our tickets to heaven
And in the meantime we'll screw each other's lives
By sleeping with each others wives

But we don't really care that much about that
We don't take the damn grudge and pretend to be fine
So don't complain about your day
'Cause I bet it's not as fucked as mine's anyway

I've been observed from the inside
I've insist with something that's in my mind