I don't know what the meaning of life is
I wan't my head stuck on a spike
I don't wanna go on with this life shit
I wanna be disected in every way
I wan't my life to be taken n' bended
I wan't my life to be cut up n' ended
now I know that god has surrendered
now I know that religeon has ended

this whole world is fucked up n' twisted
this funckin' life will make me unhappy
my shit life is gonna be wasted
shame on every priest in the country
I have lived a log life of lies
a lie you're gonna help me untie
set a snare and leave me to die
you will regret this and wonder why

gonna help me kill myself
gonna place my head on a shelf
gonna tear my body apart
my death is a fuckin' piece of art

-The Poet(DICE)