You Don't Exist
Take a seat, have a cigarette. We're
Here to help you forget, to snap you
Shut like a castanet.
Tell me where it
All went wrong.
Why don't you write
The kind of songs for people to sing
Along? I used to play the violin ...
Now I spend my days just listening
In. You have no friends; you won't be
Missed. I'm here to tell you that you
Don't exist.
There's just one door out
Of here - you can save your career
Or you can 'disappear'.
Our Glorious
Leader would advise some kind of
Compromise; anything else would be
Unwise. I used to play the tambourine
... now I spend my days just listening
In. You have no friends; you won't be
Missed. I'm here to tell you that you
Don't exist.
