I still don't understand how these rotted pieces of flesh form words
The scratched diary of an insane man in the walls
Bleeding with every word that escapes
Like a cell, it only holds criminals
No keys and only one way out
Thoughts escape all the time
Repeat offenders, stuttered sounds
Silence is justice on a street of fatal shootings
How can peeled skin show love when it can spew so much hate
I say good bye as I assault another man with my words
Beat him until he knows the words I'm sorry
I'm sorry