Starvation and nymphomaniacs Bored of life and the things that are in it Short term, let's spend to be content Fuck, broke up and live in the moment I won't be here tomorrow Indifferent to the unborn sorrow It's your time from which we borrow Often witted promises are hollow I don't see what's in it for me I don't see what's in it for me I don't see what's in it for me I don't see what's in it for me You've done, we leave nothing for you Long term there's nothing you can do Chase pain, then tell them who you are Ambition that drivеs us all too far I won't be here tomorrow Indiffеrent to the unborn sorrow It's your time from which we borrow Often witted promises are hollow I don't see what's in it for me I don't see what's in it for me I don't see what's in it for me I don't see what's in it for me Dead heat, we can't lose it too fast No value, no it doesn't need to last What's left of the waste we throw away Why expend either law that we obey I won't be here tomorrow Indifferent to the unborn sorrow It's your time from which we borrow Often witted promises are hollow I don't see what's in it for me I don't see what's in it for me I don't see what's in it for me I don't see what's in it for me