Here I sit broken hearted,
Tried to **** but only farted
later on i took my chance
tried to **** and **** my pants

There I sat . though I guess it was more of a squat. I contemplated letting it go, and trust me I tried, boy did I try to let it go. But it was stuck on me.
It was  like one of those horror movies where you split up from the group and the first one to get naked gets killed. Only I was just trying to take a ****.

The brimstones golden hunger, and leaking thoughts, the creeping delver lingers, haunts. Swelling faith, like flame to moths, truth re echoes like the sting of wasps. Cloaked man, from another land, faultlessly faithful in dying truth. Unhappy sinner, begs for refuge. Stirring again his thin sole shoes.

Sometimes I feel like a *******
That was ******* from a dog
That ate a *******
From a dog that ate a *******
That was ******* from a dog
That ate a *******
From a dog that ate a *******
That was ******* from a dog
That ate a *******

Perpetual Shittyness

i keep repeating the same **** over and over again
i'm too full of pride and guiltless sin
to even begin thinking of how to start again