This shit gets so old being a spectacle,
Undress my soul and see my spirit naked blessed and whole,
Respectable but not treated respectfully,
Fuck All the voters - We should be electin' me,
Just check your seat, under it's the bomb I placed,
The long debate's over and I know it's all gone to waste,
This economy based on monopoly money's what we otta replace,
Thanks for the fake gold and copper we just put in our pockets and banks!
I'm a lesson filled with what I learned from thought provoking,
This rock and roll thing died when I decided I've not been joking,
Fuck this pot and liquor shot, I just had a moment of clarity,
I lost every good woman that thought they would eventually marry me,
I turned into the scary me, the guy who's quiet and hates this
Life and wants to riot and take a tire iron to racists,
Fly on a spaceship and leave this planet like Kris Kain,
It's my turn but I'm so fucking tired of this game,
At 18 I lived in a daydream and thought I was smart,
I thought I could never fill up my fucking bottomless heart,
But all of it starts to catch up as you age quickly,
Fuck TR, Fuck my job, FUCK EVERYONE --- Say it with me,
I give up - I'm done - Fuck inspiration,
I want you to want to quit, too, and think of self-inflicted strangulation,
Just bang your face in and hang yourself in your closet,
Keep looking for my mind - I threw it away, I haven't lost it,
Turn on the faucet and wait until the bath is hot,
Then plug in a toaster and drop it in and laugh a lot,
I load a pistol and stick my head in the oven,
And play russian roulette to see which kills me first - The weapon or plug-in,
Just follow suit and put your car in neutral,
Lay down behind it on a hill and look at the stars til' you spill
Out of your own head and you're finally
Freed from your body and mind and you've died with me,
If you're too scared now, just wait, you'll get the itch,
Suicide's easy - It's just fucking Life's a bitch.
I write this shit to ease the pain,
She's to blame, If we cut our wrists like this we bleed the same!
Evil came and struck me sightless but I see the game,
And tonight this is just me pumping my right fist to lead the change...
I may be the slavery,
I may be the occupation,
I may even maybe be the way we all stay in
Side of our boxes, like Christ on our crosses,
We've gotta die to be resurrected by whatever God is...
feed will be return ,
,,, it's my second home country
... thanks for the feed bro ,, much appreciated