Distitled (bollocks)

歌詞

If what you expect is not what you get All there’s left to do is to kill the author And yourself the killer ’Tis but a glorified suicide The story that was once untitled Has now been voluntarily distitled By all the love From the only true lovers “You think we’re done?” Bellends living on kitsches craving for more Eagerly crafting repetitions with their tiny lore Bollocks believing in their own fantasies Can’t stop condemning anyone else as heresy Bastards denying what they just don’t seem fit Feeding on the carcasses of the dead poets But for the utter crap that is us We distitle ourselves and give no fuck