The Daily Oblivion (3:06)

Since Squeaky's gun jammed on the day I was born
I'd been bracing for more, I'd been waiting for more
Greatness can't await, this form surely ensured
Yet its brain still entertained an epic tragedy in store
If you said it, I'd dread it
But don't fret it
Now I get it in
The Daily Oblivion

Its blank pages break the news to a more digestible form
Each day the last's erased and global calm is restored
I lost the will to die and with it any allure
When you're just your illness, you're murdered by its cure
You said it! I get it!
To my credit
I read it in
The Daily Oblivion

Above the fold, beneath contempt
Back when I bled, Life led:
"City to Boy: Drop Dead"
So, Good Morning, Daily Oblivion!

(I'm not waiting anymore)