Underworld

Choose Life, Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and DVD´s, Choose Videos... and wondering who the fuck you are on a sunday morning. Choose sitting on that coach watching mind-numbing, spirit football game shows while you stuff junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassement to the selfish, fucked up brats you own to replace yourself... Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that ?