In the Day and the Life of Nikki, by Sandwich Massacre Subscribe to rss feed for Sandwich Massacre

Waking up in the morning, wanna go running
But its too damn cold, gonna go eat something
I’m not a breakfast person, why is my father cursing
Gonna eat some cheerios without out the milk cuz its worse
than
CHEESE
I think I’m gonna sneeze, why the fuck am I suffering from
these allergies
Syntax error; my deviated septum isn’t functioning, I’m
suffering
Can’t look down too long cuz my nose is gonna run 
And honestly I have to say that it ain’t much fun 
But I’ll deal with it, oh look its gonna rain
Oh I love it but its deviating my brain
No wonder why my father thinks I’m insane
He thinks I worship the devil and support terrorism in
Ukraine
Ain’t it great, he thinks I’m a spawn of Cain
That’s okay cuz our thoughts don’t have to be the same
But he’s dogmatic, like a dictator
Nazi-istic, like a Puerto Rican Adolph Hitler 
And then my mother, she support him when she see fit to do
so
Other than that she wanna leave him and go over the rainbow

*Oh~ why do I hate me >> this is frustrating >> but I’m
not hating >> anybody
But me
And oh~ I’m so wired >> I’m on fire >> but there’s no
water
For me

The sun is going down, shadows on the town
But I’m all hyperactive, I just wanna run around
But my father’s still a dumbass, totally inhuman,
comatose, and senseless
And my poor brother, gonna drown and float to the surface
But I can’t help him
Might as well join all the monsters that I locked in the
basement
Reminiscing all the times and all the things that Beck said
	“Oh~ I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?”
And that’s my problem
It’s easier to die or get high instead of face the
conundrum
But I’m all alone
 I wanna take my father down in a match of the sumo
Wie Gehts? How is your mother? When was the last time you
spoke to your brother?
You don’t care; it’s pretty sad; I used to try
But I saw it was worth nothing, ey I might as well die
But that’s just dumb; baka-sama wa keralah lah uh
Singing:
	“Atashi ni ikiru yurushite yeah yeah yeah
	 Atashi no kokoro jiyuu hoshii yi yi yi”
But it won’t help, there is no hope
Itsuka dare ga itamu darou
My only escape is visible, drops of jupiter left behind in a
giant afro

*

And oh~ en el dia y la vida de Nikki
Everyone is getting picky
The world is getting kinda sticky
Oh, I think I’m stuck here
Statuefied, stupefied, and attacked by tapirs
2002
Posted: 2005-11-06 16:32:36 UTC

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