I am
A needer
A wanter
A desirer
My purpose is to exist
In a state of less-than-enough
I am perpetually hopeful
Always hungry
Always wanting, needing, more, More, MORE
But I am never satisfied
I am consumption
A machine whose sole purpose is self satisfaction
Never satisfied

Forgive the fools their gold
And the wise men for their cynicism
And, if you would be so kind
Forget
Those honey laced words
And the ocean sweet bliss
That you tasted the other night
Because I fear that if you don’t forget
You may very well die
Not from a broken heart
Like so many poets would love to tell you
But rather from the pale honey
Of which I should have never given you a taste

I just saw a reflection
Of who you could have been
Had you not fallen from glory.

Had you maintained your beauty
Had you maintained your health
Had you remained above the drudgery

I am sorry
For who you have become
Even though I tried my best
To make **** sure I wasn’t responsible

So I bid you well
Whoever you had the potential to become
And should you ever stop your frantic run
Know

I will not be there anymore
I will be in the mirror
With your reflection
Altogether more beautiful
In that uncorrupted bliss

I love to be hated
By the liars and thieves
Who pretend their your friends
‘Till you’re down on your knees
I love to be hated
But never ignored
By the pundits and tyrants
And prophets of war

We froliced like children
Dancing with knives
And we prayed to our Idols
'Til we ate them alive

We all were fatherless
With room still to grow
Lost in the desert
with nowhere to go

They look like insects
So far away
We drown out their cries
The louder we pray

Nobody cares
Unless devils draw near
So scream out for rescue
There’s no one to hear

When I watch the news, I see myself in the future
Telling my Grandchildren's children that I was alive
When America burned
When I feel homesick, I see myself in the future
Where I used to live
On Rue Saint-Andre in Montreal
When I am drunk, I see myself in the future
Still angry and rebellious
The same disillusioned child with an older face
But now, I see myself in the future
Cancerous and bitter
Waiting for this disease to finally **** me
Or let me live forever

One More, My Love
One More, Cigarette
To quench the stress in your shoulderblades
One More, Sweet Note
From the belly of the dying Piano
One More, Last Kiss
Before you learn to hate me for the rest of your life
One More, Burried Treasure
In the park by the tree where we met
And One More, Excuse
As to why I let you wander into oncoming traffic when I knew you were drunk and I should have been watching you.

One More, My Love
One More, Cigarette
To quench the stress in your shoulderblades
One More, Sweet Note
From the belly of the dying Piano
One More, Last Kiss
Before you learn to hate me for the rest of your life
One More, Burried Treasure
In the park by the tree where we met
And One More, Excuse
As to why I let you wander into oncoming traffic when I knew you were drunk and I should have been watching you.