The bile and blame, this sorry game
Is all that infects my weary eyes
They shed fears in sulphuric tears
That sing of too many long goodbyes
Feeding you dirt to watch you squirt
Plaguing this disease-infested earth
Your mind's askew, the best part of you
Dripped down your mother's leg at birth
You play, you lie; I choke, I die
On the dream I've nurtured all my life
Karma failed but you'll die impaled
One day upon my hate-encrusted knife
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
The bile and blame, this sorry game
Is all that infects my weary eyes
They shed fears in sulphuric tears
That sing of too many long goodbyes
Feeding you dirt to watch you squirt
Plaguing this disease-infested earth
Your mind's askew, the best part of you
Dripped down your mother's leg at birth
You play, you lie; I choke, I die
On the dream I've nurtured all my life
Karma failed but you'll die impaled
One day upon my hate-encrusted knife
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