I’ve already banged you, held and restrained you, caressed every ******* scar
Here in the swamp I curse and I stomp, even the rats know who you are
Are you really surprised when they look in your eyes and tell you I love you
What do ya want, you silly dumb ****, do you not see the things you do
You’re a reminder, a lost soul finder, a bodhisattva of evil intention
I’d hazard to guess, the one they call Mess, is a soul without retention
But what’d I know, another ****** soul, another victim of apathy
Perhaps one day late into May, you’ll stop and think of me