Four pounds of power in my pocket
Pretending to be knowledge
Far from college in an office building
Blaming every soul for this misinterpretation of a body
Fuckin faggot fakers
Flyin kites overhead
Tied to a list of regrets
Fishing for dead thoughts
With red snot staining my keds
I wish that a wish was real so I
Could explain to these bums
How they really feel
A barrel full of limbs just smellin
Like a fist full of skin
Ready set go
On ya mark too slow
Panting from the little light show
Presperation, hesitation, read the statement
After I bled the waitress
She said the same shit
I cant believe this
I need to releive this
My physical form is stuck to the door
Your face is the floor
So ill step on you til you believe this
One, two , three, four
Countin’ the shells as they kiss the morgue
So fear this shit
Cause tonight will cut you down to
The fuckin core.
Physical temperament filled by
The injections of a whippet rip
Shaking like the cornered cat ready
To take his nine lives and walk away
Everyone is just a stray from the
Everyday analysis of this rage
I will go back in time and
Fight back the urge to feel bad
For spittin this rhyme at you
Like I meant to
I hope it burns through
The madness and encourages The sadness
fall back off this mattress
cause you don’t mean a lick to me
you were nothin but a dick to me
wouldn’t piss on you to put you out
cause we both know you wouldn’t even sizzle
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