tendencies of the unknown

shoot the moon melt down my shit into that spoon tryin to meet my doom but every time i go to hell they say i come too soon im always wakin up at noon half dead drunk and naked in my bedroom breath stinks of booze but what else is there for me to do always some new news being broke to me like i give a shit as if i can change something important that i had nothing to do with starting to get used to it- the feeling that i'm somehow connected as if there's something special on earth and i've been sent here to protect it but am i really expected to detect it does it matter what i do instead or do i have no choice why was i born with a voice if not to shout out loud if not to make my conscious feel proud knew how to live my life early still dont think i'll ever see thirty so i try to be the best that i can be sold my soul to the devil when i found out god was dead now im the queen of the universe and satan gives me head i used to want to be a doctor or a lawyer instead but whats the point when i have no respect for my fellow men