You will always find something wrong
If you fish all day long
In that bag full of bugs
There's always a snake in a hole
No surprise that you can find a prob
In what you dislike
Right to the no-point goal
To gain a no-point win

This is the story of my life
Still thinking I'm gonna lose my time
This is the story of my life
Still getting slaps from left to right
There is no right way to choose at all
There is no good, bad, true or false
Don't ask yourself what you're fighting for
Just keep your faith in your lost cause

The Bugman I know you are so fond
Of remarking the problem
Like we din't notice
Dear Bugman, stop breaking my balls
There's no way you can solve anything by pointing at it

Just stop being so prudential
All is important but nothing's essential
This is the story of my life
Still thinking I'm gonna lose my time
This is the story of my life
Still getting slaps from left and right
There is no right way to choose at all
There is no good, bad, true or false
Don't ask yourself what you're fighting for
Just keep your faith in your lost cause

Nothing to lose and something to gain
Seduced by the fruit
Of the untentable soil in nowhere state
As we craw around a volvano mouth
Our knees all scraped, it all went south
Their God was clear about it
A grain of wheat now must die
Believe it now, now that point is right
To bring more fruit it needs to die
A wheat of grain now needs to die
Needs to die