.
Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television.
Choose washing machines, cars, compac disc player and electrical tin openers...
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning.
Choose sitting on a couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment of selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television.
Choose washing machines, cars, compac disc player and electrical tin openers...
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning.
Choose sitting on a couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment of selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
