Testo Not Fucking Dead

Shat into this void, mind fucking racing
Wheels fucking spinning before I ever hit the ground

Intimidation, indignation
A mountain in my path at every fucking turn

Spat into the wind, swimming against the currents
Drowning in the sands of the hourglass of time
Intimidation, indignation
A mountain in my path at every fucking turn

And you have the nerve to ask what is the meaning of my life?
Just one fucking answer
Not fucking dying