Can't explain, your lack of concern
Shallow mind in the shallow gutter
With all the other dark souls warm from their own light
They scare you; you can't help but lock the door and overheat
Keep yourself away from these ugly people
So you can only lose it on yourself
I'm your Quasimodo dancing on stage with no music
Because I'm the music and it makes us all sick
With all their behavioral token  and superior thoughts
You smile hatefully and spit in their eyes
You walk so high and you think of yourself
You think you're a prophet to everyone's problems
You are comic relief but you are not pain relief
I'm a problem to everyone and most especially you
I'm a ******* and I want you to know that
And that I'm always your low-life Apocrypha
Also know that suicide is the hardest place
for the living and breathing
And that sinners laugh below in a Heaven without actors
Because they know how hard they try
No you don't
So they perish
They don't ask for help
I waste everyday I try with myself
I give all my energy for you
You tell me who I am like I am
your holy bible
You're pathetic