All I am fiction incarnate, anchored songs from a womb or lair   All I hate Britain and structure, fiscal goals for a house to share      Of the grain and land I'll never have, I'll be caught in another man's house, though I'll spend my life in prison   I'm the best I'll ever get      You'll wait and write me letters, I'll reply to every one, you'll feel good about being loyal   But I'm the best you'll ever have      Thoughts will crack my skull, so I lay to sleep through weather, I'll toil away   There's no ship of change, so I lay to sleep through weather, I'll never be home   Thoughts will crack my skull as I dig my fingers into the breach for nothing, I'll toil away   There's no ship of change, so I lay to sleep through weather, I'll never be home   I'll toil away      I'll be held never, so lay and moan   I'll be drained lifeless, and lay and moan   In my head I'll never let you go, bullshit chivalry, extinction is okay to bare   I'll write with my liver, hamstrung literature, explaining my ruin      There's a reason why I drink, there's a reason why I'll die here singing along to comfortless verses and smashing glasses of wine to prove my point      There's a reason why I stole, there's a reason for as long as I can remember, I've wanted to kill myself to prove a point      There's a reason why I stole, there's a reason for as long as I can remember, I've wanted the world to know me alive through death