SICK

Do you smile at me because you think you give a shit?
You talk down to me because it suits you
Be careful;
Cuz when you're enthralled in your vision I'll take your fucking head off
So are you proud of yourself?
Your petty accomplishments and cheap thrills
Your fancy clothes and your slick new ways
I pity myself more than I pity you
Because I once called myself your friend
You conceited, shallow cunt
While you lived it up
I sank below
But the tadpole learns to swim
And the angry frog is good at swatting flies

Fuck you, fuck you and your music
Fuck your beliefs
Fuck your "tribulations"
Fuck your excuses
And fuck your narrow minded animosity

If I had my way I'd make you hurt
I'd make you cry all my tears
Make you sulk all my wasted days
I'd slash your stomach and watch you bleed
I'd tie your hands and bind your feet
And tie your fucking mouth shut to stop your acrid voice
Then I'd put a stake through your throat you little bitch
Nail you up for the world to see
Look God, HE carried MY pain and I feel absolved
Because this burden I've carried feels gone
It didn't die with him, but I can contain it
But instead of a cross
I'll use a picture of my fucked up soul to remind me of him

Take all that I've overcome and bury it
Take all I've learned and lay it to rest
Look at my life and smirk, laughing at the wind in its latency
Nod at the future and tempt it
I'm still here and I'm ready for you
They just weren't ready for me


May 4, 2001