Dear Diary,

Dear diary, I don't know what's going on but something's up The dog won't stop barking and I think my TV is worse Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day The sky is falling It's fucking boring I'm going braindead Isolated God is a shit head And we're his rejects Traumatized for breakfast, I can't stomach anymore Survival horror Dear diary, I feel itchy, like there's bugs under my skin The dog's gone rabid, shut the fuck up, doin' my head in I keep fading in and out, I don't know where I've been I feel so hungry, what the hell is happening? The sky is falling It's fucking boring I'm going braindead Isolated God is a shit head And we're his rejects Traumatized for breakfast, I can't stomach anymore Survival horror Dear diary, dog stopped barking, probably 'cause I ate his face Tasty, itchy, TV say there's no more human race Kinda sad my whole entire existence's been a waste Ah, never mind, it's not the end of the world, oh, wait --- Dear Diary, - Bring Me the Horizon