Lyrics:

Done With ThatNever Satisfied With Where I'm AtI Sit And ThinkWhat To DoJust A Motherfuckin' BoreWithout A ClueShot My DrugsDrank My BoozeTired Of Joy And Self AbuseEternally Jaded Through And ThroughJust A Self Loathing DickWithout A ClueOhBored To DeathI'm Just Bored To TearsSame Old Shit Just Different Day & YearKilled Myself But That Got Boring TooSo Beyond The Point Where It's Not TrueFar Beyond HighDramatically LowEternal Stare As If I Care To KnowAll Of This StruggleAll Of This WorkIn The End You Die Like Some Moronic JerkShot My DrugsDrank My BoozeTired Of Joy And Self AbuseEternally Jaded Through And ThroughJust A Self Loathing FuckWithout A ClueOhBored To DeathI'm Just Bored To TearsSame Old Shit Just Different Day & YearKilled Myself But That Got Boring TooSo Beyond The Point Where It's Not TrueThe Colors I See Are All BleedingThe Sound That Was Is Now Standing StillI Wonder When It Was It All FadedA Dullen Corpse That Cannot Be KilledOhBored To DeathI'm Just Bored To TearsSame Old Shit Just Different Day & YearKilled Myself But That Got Boring TooSo Beyond The Point Where It's Not TrueThe Rose Petalled GardenYeah.......Alone In The GardenAnd All That Would BeAlone In The GardenYou thought would set you freeNowhere to draw waterAnd If You Could It Would Be DamnedGo On Turn Your Back NowOn Everything...Yeah.......
Black Label Society Bored To Tears