| Everything I do or say seems like one big fucking pain, and all I hear from everyone that opinion matters, is nothing but Disdain, so they complain, I can't commply to your senseless nonsense, some times you blame me for the task at Hand, and I'll never bury this mask in sand. Its a reflection of my Beast, my Demon. My Representive of the Hate and Rage. Its a good vent, a Good repent to God. Not to you. Or anyone like you. Feel this, fear me, Fuck that. Fuck you. I'm not in a Conspiracy against you. I fucking Love you, God damn, what did I to deserve such a Hate? Listen, I'm not the Enemy, I make them yeah. But who gives a Fuck, bring it on, or Walk on. I'm not backing down, and I'm not Giving up. Or giving in, I'm a Man, and I won't submit, even if the Pieces don't fit, I can't live with the rest of this bullshit. So many people, So many Idiots, Too much Cattle, and look at me. I'm caught in a wageing Battle. Its the Cage where my demon resides I'll rattle, Like the Snake, prodded with a Stick, I'll sink my fangs into your veins until it makes you Sick. So come one come all! step up and be food for the Monster Mass of Morons! Be fuel for the Fire! Come get burned! soon you'll learn! Rush for me! your screams, I'll hush for you! come be food for the Flood! of Rage! Beat me down, I'll get back up! Only way to stop me! Its not to fuck me up! You'll have to Kill me! Steal my life, with a Knife, with a Gun, but sooner or later, if you don't kill me, then try and come to do it again, I'm taking you with me! as my Last fucking Thrill! You better not come alone, because I'm the Unknown! You better not Ride in without Pride! Because Mine won't let me Die, so go ahead. Lie to yourself, tell yourself you Can't die, Keep on. Deny, Deny, Deny. But soon you'll learn, play with this Rage Fire and you will be Severly Burned. Laugh, mock, point the finger, Ridicule, Miniscule, derision, contempt, I'm sure it will help your meaningless life and time Go by faster, as your light grows dimmer, the late night dinner. For the Monster, Mass of morons, waiting to be Mutilated. No matter what you say or Do. You are my Fuel, no matter how much you say your soul doesn't bleed. It does, and its me it Feeds. |
