"hello again," you say to the folks at the E.D.D.    you've been dire and disgusted and come in most everyday    to keep yourself alive you have insults and forever curse    the almighty fuckin talisman that lives in the dirty church    and you keep running    from yourself    from everyone    from each new day    you never felt true pleasure or felt ill from real pain    but you complain so consistently as if you've been betrayed    and nothing's ever met    the guidelines that you set for each new day    and there's always someone standing nonchalantly in your way    to all the optimistic players you heave a sigh    those loyalists keep counting on everything being    worthwhile but you    don't catch the light of day    and you've been accused of carrying on this way    see, you don't believe in preaching or praise    you just want to barely make it through    each time consuming day