Eight Fingers Down. 15 Minutes. Zeneszám

What the fuck have I become?
Where the fuck do I belong
I don't think I fit in (But I don't care)
I tried but didn't succeed
I died but didn't bleed
Where do I got from here

Question the answers they don't make sense
I can't afford to pay the rent

I'm going nowhere but I don't care
Fifteen minutes of fame
Don't mean much, but life is tough
Been there before now show me that door

Pseudo reality
Without tranquility
I have been there before
Working with no vacation
Loving with obligation
Is that the meaning of life?

I try and try and try to see
What these things all mean to me
I have issues with life and issues with g-d
I read the book and it seemed all wrong