Ominous clouds hung over our
Heads on this deeming afternoon. you ask
Who am i? but really, who the fuck are you? do you
Heal the sick? turn water to wine?
And if you know either of those
Tricks, i’ll lend you my time. but so far
All i’ve seen-it don’t even warrant my nod so
Take your bullshit down the street where they’ll all
Regard you as god. you’re
Another page that stays dusted under my bed. you’re a
Growing pain from which i bled. you’re
Everything i maintain i’ll be
Damned before i am
You’re so far from me and
Now baby i can push you alldaway
Out i’ll pushya alldaway
Out you
Name dropping
Excuse makin
Wanna be
Imitation
Lovers quarrel they never
Love are you sore now have you had
Enough
Vengence is nothing but proof i cared so ill
End this if you only swear to never again
Reason with the monster who
Stole your soul and
Excuses your awful art and you should be
Executed for calling this art