uncle pecos diary

I hate my language

I ate my tongue

I had one vantage

When I was young



My land is ruined

But I don't care

I think I'd known it

But this time I don't want to prepare



My world is tired

And air has gone

Why do you still require good things for yourself after what you have done?



Every time you make me talk to you

I'm silent

You'll be rueing about this day

I'm trying

Not to lose

The only way, I've got to choose



My childhood's burning for them

(Na-na-na)

My childhood's burning for them

(Na-na-na)



I feel nostalgic every day

It breaks my chest with an empty blame

Because I don’t want to grow up

Adults are boring people — dumb



But now I’m just getting so numb

And no drugs help me, even rum

I often get mad at my friends

But I don’t show them. there’s no sense



That post-ironia is killing for real

So no one knows how I can feel

And what am I supposed to do

If all my dreams won't come true



My childhood's burning for them

(Na-na-na)

My childhood's burning for them

(Na-na-na)



Let me die alone, dad

Let me die alone, dad

Let me die alone, dad

Let me die alone, let me die alone



Let me die alone, dad

Let me die alone, let me die alone



Let me die alone, dad

Let me die alone, let me die alone



Let me die alone, dad

Let me die alone

Let me die



My childhood's burning for them

My childhood's burning for them