we're just dust from the dustbin,
we're just trash from the compactor.
all spit and spite and nothing.
we're just drunks from the drunk tank,
we're just water from the closet,
and we leak out lies.
ignored, and ignored,
and craving nothing more,
spent, and worthless, and burnt out.
but if you told us to live again,
that it'd all be the same,
then amor fati! amor fati!