Wrinkled lips leak twisted tales in your chiseled space between realities The kids all listen to your great advice Heeding your misanthropic words and singing your praises
"How right and noble it is to feel so glum and strive to strike down smiles with the tongue Ma looks on as the children skin Pa to the bone Better to receive than to give" They scream in monotone
I sit back and watch transfixed as this transpires Thinking on my unforgiven sins and sipping your elixir Koolaid from the kitchen served in unwashed broken dishes My only desire is for you to finish spinning your stories
The lies pour forth from the intestines of a sick piglet holed up in the morgue You couldn't be real to save your life
Your dead eyes drip crocodile tears into my glass I watch it mix slowly and think out loud: "You reside in Florida so I guess its appropriate"
But every puddle has it's bottom and your breath is wasted sobbing When you're sinking just to try and float So if you'll shut the hell up I'll be much more than happy to slit your ******* throat