If I couldn't stand on my own two legs,
I wouldn't blame it on the ground beneath my feet.
For I am the desert, devoid of life.
I am the icy sea chill, cutting like a knife.
I am the sky above, I am the earth below,
I am the whipping winds, freezing you to the bone.
I swear to god above, on this life both gift and curse,
If it can't get any better, I can't make it any worse.
I can't get no fucking satisfaction.