If I had a choice to kill destroy or maim I would love to cause pain
In the central part of the lame game they call fame I hope it’s not a shame when you fly across the room
Boom motherfucker
Just wondering if you are listening, to lead pencils shoved into your eyes
Fed up with all the lies and the shit that’s stuck up in my bed
This shit is too heavy my heart is breaking like a levy
With too many cracks I feel like injecting smack into the hole that has been left
Bereft of all positivity I light up a joint it’s the chronic see
I don’t want to be me I want to be Bruce lee
Hit a bitch because I have an itch in my fist
I’m so drunk I have to be this pissed if Anything is going to be missed
It’s my mind I will never let them find my one true fire
Born into thorns throw me into the dark
Bark like a mad dog whipped by its owner
still come back to her fuck im just a stupid loner