Outcast and rejected,
Your heart carved in stone.
Your words an infection,
Spilling poison on the bone.
Your lips play a melody of malice,
Your smile is like a grave.
The smell of death on your breath,
Like a stinking wave.
You
Sick
Sick
Sick,
You
Sick
Sick
Sick,
You
Sick
Man.
Fingers like razors,
Extended from bloodied hands.
Your laughter stinks of cruel intent,
Spattering on the sand.
Your body is a temple,
Singing songs of premeditated ******.
Your tongue is weapon
Of deceit disguised as valor.
You
Sick
Sick
Sick.
You
Sick
Man.