Venting an ongoing frustration with existence
My brain is loose and its turning red and the leaves on the tree are not yet dead,
And things are sad when things are bad and things that are good aren’t for the mad.
Jump when we want and choose what we flaunt but too much of that makes you a slut,
put on a shirt and pull down your skirt because a few extra inches of fabric won’t hurt.
It’s your life, this is mine don’t tell me to stand in line, sit on a knife and end your own life
Fuck school, I finished on drugs and they tell you those type of people are thugs
But I love the bong and singing songs and the occassional girl on my schlong
Do what you feel, fuck banana peels they aren’t even slippery
Who needs an umbrella
Delirious summers, deluded mind
Drunk the bourbon, I am a burden
Psychedelic wonders of a sexual kind
Use my phallus, sweating like its burning.
Touch my body, watch me twitch
Read my words, who fucking cares
When I cum, you’re just a bitch
Read my lips, who fucking cares.
Twisted heart, ripped apart
Stitched it together, put on my leather
I’m a freak, taken away in the loony cart
My fist is the wind and your life is a feather
About me :)
The twisted thoughts, they lurk inside
My evil skull, so please don’t hide
Because in fact I mean no harm.
The rotting corpses of my soul
They’ll eat you little cunts whole
So please don’t cry at my humour
or you might find you die sooner.
The bitter winds, the robotic world
The ruthless women that heave and hurl
Just to hide what doesn’t matter.
To see you sad, to see you bleed
It gives to me all I need
And if the moon should die and fall
I’d laugh at your devastated calls
Who is this cunt? Who is this loser?
Just an egotistical boozer
Just a fool with a big head
I hope you fuck me when I’m dead