You Don't Exist

Take a seat, have a cigarette

We're here to help you to forget

To snap you shut like a castanet

Tell me where it all went wrong

Why don't you write the kind of songs

For people to sing along?

I used to play

The violin

Now I spend my days just

Listening in

You have no friends

You won't be missed

I'm here to tell you that you don't exist

You have no friends

You won't be missed

I'm here to tell you that you don't exist

There's just one door out of here

You can save your career

Or you can

'Disappear'

Our Glorious Leader would advise

Some kind of compromise

Anything else would be unwise

I used to play

The tambourine

Now I spend my days just

Listening in

You have no friends

You won't be missed

I'm here to tell you that you don't exist

You have no friends

You won't be missed

I'm here to tell you that you don't exist