Fucking fuck you
You fucked my mother
You Mother Fucker
I aught to fuck you
You fucking fucker
Of my mother
I’m fucking fucked
If you don’t smother
Me with fucks
You fuckity fucker
Fuck your face
You lucky fucker
demon bares it's fangs and it rips into my mind.
it seems as though Hell dares exist in me, tonight.
crooked horns, talons and razor sharp red teeth.
tell me what it is that you fucking want with me.
living in my head, you're there, still I shut my eyes
just to see your face, I swear, I'd rather be blind.
feel your claws ripping in me, my sanity you take
my eyes hurt so much the longer I'm awake
paralysis has trapped me, in my shell I cannot move
stuck between consciousness just to stare awake at you.
"chemical imbalance", shout the bullshit in my ear.
"she just has depression" that is why I'm never here.
"you never talk to us", my walls are now closing in
how dare you tell me I'm messed up,
how dare this demon win.
What you think about other
peoples' hair is a trick by
the establishment to keep you
down. Not all with long
hair are hippies, not every
skinhead is a Neo-Nazi.
An afro doesn't make you
funky, having soul does.
It isn't what is on the
skull that matters, fucker,
it is what happens
your lips glisten with fat burger grease as you lipsmack while you touch the switch
that’ll blitzkrieg bop this forsaken city underneath
a stiff stick tween your legs
to fuck these maggots with
shoot it full of holes like the moon is beautiful
fry the poor vermin that infest this hellhole
send em government issue salvation
through death paradise
through suffering bliss
this is god’s work we’re flying on
the fires burn bright and sublime
the chants of despair their heavenly screams
its just their godless souls reeling
from the crushing weight