I don't care to see
The moral stances
From overly sensitive types
With their soft hands
And wisdom-less insight

I don't care to associate
With low impulse cut throats
Who only think of themselves
And shelve their selfish hope
With their greed

I don't do anything
That has me
Relying on a single thing
So i can flee
On the drop of a team
To my door

I'm always going to be
Solo
Leaning on the beam
Of a door
Listening
To whats in store for me

And I don't need to breathe
The ashes of fascists
To know they passed us
For the masses
To caste us
Into flames
As they walk away

And i don't want or need
Anything
Nor anybody
After grumbling it all through
As the truths
Will have me
Setting somebody free
In the violent liberties
Of my profanity

I'm nothing fancy
Just a little bit antsy
And an *******
Frantically feeding his dreams
From the ditches and drains
Of a technological stain
On the land

I pray every morning
With closed eyes
And clasped hands
Without a single god in the sky
But if i can convince
Myself of the lie
Just to get me by
I will be alright
And the guilt wont rewrite
Until tonight
Where i will write it out
Under a single light
From a dreary house

I'm all about
Letting the dogs out to play
And when I'm all out of thirst
I let out the slurs
Of a babbling idiot
Bantering with the fidget
Of ridiculousness
Under the fractal prisms
In which I'm imprisoned
Wishing
I would shut my mouth
Change the channel
Or just close you out