what a mess you have made, what the hell were you thinking

i am only human.  and i am afraid
i may not learn from every mistake
i don't know what i am doing, but that's okay, cause i like it that way

it's okay to not feel shame.  fu'ck everything!
i fu'cked it all the way, the way i wanna fu'ck things

save yourself the disappointment, some things are better left broken

if it's fu'cked just leave it alone.

if ignored, and with patience, the smart thing to do would be to wait for it to work itself out

besides, i know of no one that knows how to unfu'ck something

i do feel a little better knowing that?
but i used to get so obsessed,  whenever i would beat on a dead horse

not quite sure why?  beat it for whatever reason,
no reason but to beat on that fu'cker until i felt better inside

it took waiting for forever.  nothing inside changed

only now, i have a deep seeded hate for that fu'cking dead horse

i hate that fu'cker more than anything!  ever!

hours and hours go by each time, i'd beat the fu'ck out of that horse,
try to beat it more and more every fu'cking time

time after time and time again, i'd try to bring myself back to life
i'd beat and i'd beat and i'd fu'cking beat,

until i got bored of beating the  fu'cking fu'ck out of that fu'cking horse

of course,  i'd fu'cking beat that horse, more and more and more,
like i was at war with that horse, just to feel better than ever before

i forever failed at feeling any better

i fu'cking hate that dead fu'cking horse!

so, i beat that fu'cker forevermore

why do i not feel like i am alive?

fu'ck, i feel dead inside!  just as fu'cking dead,  as that dead fu'cking horse

how the fu'ck, when i try and try and try, just to feel alive, but i still feel fu'cking empty.  deep down inside

i feel only one thing,  hate for that fu'cking horse
deeper down inside,  than ever before

i feel it in my core

i know that i am alive,  but i don't feel much life

does this mean that my spirit won't survive?

the more and more that i beat that fu'cking horse, i'd get more and more worn

i'd walk away from that fu'cker, more sore than ever before

i'd pour every effort into beating that fu'cking dead horse

i tore into that dead fu'cker on a quest for feeling, some sorta feeling,

to feel anything other than hate for that fu'cking horse

fu'ck,

nothing more than to constantly remind myself how much hate that i release when i love nothing more than to beat the fu'ck out of that dead fu'cking horse

the more and more that i hate that fu'cking horse

the more and more, i look forward to beating on that fu'cking dead fu'cker

anytime i find the time, i'd beat that fu'cker a few thousand times or more

beat that fu'cker all day and all night, then beat that  fu'cker some more

because it just feels right?

it's never the wrong time, to spend all of your time, beating and beating and beating on that horse until you feel something else inside

waste all of your time, not wasting any time,
beating on that fu'cking horse for the rest of your life

beat that dead horse and never resign

because, when you hate something from that deep within, it's a hatred that festers in your core

combine that much hate with all of your spare time, makes it primetime
to take all of that hatred and set everything else aside,

get primed

beat on that fu'cking dead horse, and do it double time!

of course in the meantime, wait for the hate to develop,
create a rage and violently dominate, beat and beat and beat
that dead fu'cking horse, beat that fu'cker overtime!

beat that fu'cker forever and a day

put in the time, build up your strength

and in no time you'll be in great shape, and just in time,
to beat that fu'cker for the fifth time today

make that fu'cking horse pay for a lifetime of mistakes,

that you made?

ignoring the fact that your hate is channeled away from you hating yourself even more than you hate that horse

but you fu'cking beat on it anyways

either way, that fu'cking horse endures all the beatdowns
and absorbs all the blame

that dead fu'cking horse has been dead for four fu'cking years and 68 days

you won't fu'cking quit!  you never changed a bit

all that anger, you're holding on to it

every bit of it!

your hate turns to rage.  you beat that fu'cking dead horse until you are blue in the face and fu'cking done for

never letting up!  not ever giving a fu'ck!

when is it going to be enough?

half of the time you are beating on that fu'cker you leave open the barn door
so the world can see just how much that you hate that fu'cking horse

why are you fu'cking beating on that dead fu'cking horse?

what the fu'ck for?  to even the score?

even in your downtime you beat on that fu'cker

swore you wouldn't ever stop

and sometimes you go on for a long fu'cking time

for fu'cks sake!  it's fu'cking war time, all the time,
never ever taking a fu'cking break

be on time for next time and make sure you make up for last time,

you don't want to fall behind

explore more ways to make all of the beatings, all of the time, your favorite past time

making time for next time,  to make beating the fu'ck out of that fu'cking dead horse

a fu'cking fun time!

cause anytime is a fun time, when you step out of line and find out that
there is more than enough time to beat on that motherfu'cker

forevermore

beat like you've never beaten on a dead fu'cking horse before

and beat on that fu'cker just like all of the times that you have before

beat on that fu'cker *******!  beat like it's the next world war!

beat on that dead fu'cking horse, until you can't anymore!

beat once the fu'ck more before you fall asleep and snore
because it's always a good time right before bedtime
to beat that f.ucker more than you can keep score

not only do you dream about the ultimate beatdown,
but deep down, you hope, for time itself to slow down

never have found a reason why you beat that fu'cker down

just to fu'cking feel better inside?

so eager to beat on that  fu'cker, you won't settle the  fu'ck down!

you're about to breakdown

you shout out loud about how beating on that fu'cking horse sounds

the sound of another beatdown


so realign

go back in time?

now is the time!  what the fu'ck are you waiting for?

hurry the fu'ck up!  cut in that fu'cking line!

do whatever it takes to beat the fu'ck out of that horse even more than ever before

even more than forever before.  for ever and ever more

beat on that horse for forever

and beat on that fu'cker before you walk through that door,
turn around,  beat that fu'cker down, so much more than ever before

never ever stop to do anything other than spending every minute of time
before the day that you die, beating the fu'ck out of that dead fu'cking horse

because you think it's alright?

beating on this fu'cking dead horse i thought would have helped?

i feel forever worse than ever before

living the rest of my life fu'cking hating that horse

and i will never forget how much hate that i have stored,
letting it build up, just to let it all go

now where the fu'ck is that horse!  i wanna beat on that fu'cker some more

cause when i'm dead, i can't beat the fu'cking fu'ck out of that dead fu'cking horse anymore

it ended up that i lost the war with that fu'cking horse

lost it before it began?

i started with a dead horse and ended with a fu'cking dead horse

so i beat that fu'cker just a little bit more

who thought that this would be anything other than pointless?

beating on that fu'cking dead horse was the only thought on your mind
for a long fu'cking time

your hate for that fu'cking horse, grew inside of you

to you, nothing else ever was

for you, all of those beatings blended into one single moment

your moment

beating on that dead fu'cker, time after time, with a one track mind

you beat and beat and beat on that fu'cking dead horse, for a lifetime

during that time, you spent your life beating away
you had the time of your life, only to find out that, your life has passed you by
you're too late.  your time is up

you have fu'cked away your life

one beatdown at a time

consumed by hate for a horse that's not even alive?

but you'll hate that dead fu'cking horse for the rest of your life

you just started beating away one day and you don't even know why?