I've been a *******
Filled with regrets
And little vignettes
So woe is me

I want to apologize to people that I can't find
For things not so safe to define

I've forgotten more people than I remember
But I haven't forgotten you
Despite all the **** I do
There's still pieces missing

I'm far too old to be young
And far too young to be sentimental
Fighting with my insecurities
And chemical deficiencies

I don't know quite what I want
And expect less, less, less
If you ever read this,
I'm sorry.

I was always a mess
But it shouldn't have spewed onto you
When you need friendship, companion
And I panic and abandon.

All I can really say is
******* it.

Every fascist has to die
You can look them in the eye
And you don't got to cry
'Cause you'd be saving ******* lives

The fascists are alive
The fascists need to die

The fascists are alive
The fascists have to die

As long as the fascists are alive
We're gonna ******' die

The fascists are alive
So nobody will survive

The fascists are alive
Let 'em black out the ******* sky

The fascists are alive
The fascists need to die

Grab this blade
and cut away
All the pieces that he left in you

Take a drink,
your stomach sinks
And there's nothing anyone can do

It's okay,
we're all in graves
That are filling up each day

No one knows,
nor do they care
About hate rising on the air

We're almost done,
so sorry son
But what the **** else can you do?

Just grab this blade
and cut away
Every ******* thing in you.

Why listen to words
You don't want to hear
When you got the power
To **** all you fear
With bullets and brawn
Cowardly things, those
You slaughter your foes
But are stuck with your woes

Young and tender,
Her flesh, it renders
One incomplete
Or so it seeks
With razor sharp claws
And rapacious applause
To consume whomsoever
She's really quite so clever
In that all that she meets
Is all that she eats
With no names exchanged
And nothing arranged
I wish I had known this all before
I brought her home through the front door

Words flow
Like river tributary
Seldom smooth
Rough tides for rough minds
And in this I'll hide
Intentions true
Is it me or is it you?
Rafting these white waters
Seeking answers
Through the stressing of muscle
The tension in form
Head above
Now under
The water roars
Until the words run dry
We're at the end
With the lessons learned
Oh what lessons learned?