"Swamp Pussy" lyrics

Why do you make me feel so bad and
Why do you bother to act so sad?
Well, you created it, we created it, I believed in it

Cease to exist
Cease to exist

Raise your, raise your cup
For struggle, struggle, you've got to struggle
Make your toast to all your trouble
You've got trouble, yeah

Cease to exist
Cease to exist
Cease to exist
Cease to exist, I swear

Crossroad, crossroad
Yourself to death
And carve the well-worn path
A deep gravel red

Cease to exist
Cease to exist

Cease to exist in your Christmas-less-ness