Murdered By Robots

Please Believe Me When I Tell You I Hate You(C. McCabe)Now the sun is running on emptyand the whole world's falling apart.There's a brain shaped hole in my heartthat's got me pussyfooting around a fart.And now time is plotting against me.I was a failure right from the start.There's a brain shaped hole in my heartthat's got me pussyfooting around a fart.Please believe me when I tell you I hate youand I can't think of anybody else I'd rather kill.