Choose life (Song-Final)

Choose life
A job
A career
Choose a family.
A fucking big television

Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers
skills to kill pandora

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.
Choose life...
But why would I want to do a thing like that?