Lying in a cold room
Making **** out of the
Trash can I am sitting upon
Waiting for the right time
To strike the heaven
And **** the angels
**** 'em and slit their throats
Rip their chest
Crack those bones
Grab that heart
While everyone who believes in me
Shout at the top of their lungs
"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!"
Fire is burning, all is laughing
Hell is here, take me home
Because I know I'm better than this.

Imagine a world
where money isn't a thing
and you get what you earn
by what you have done
to earth and everyone
imagine things you will obtain
what would be
the outcomes of your doings

"Five, six, seven... eight"
as it count needles
punched in your head
pulling momentarily
with reluctant force
I wish I could do some help
if I'm not here punched in a wall.