You’ve scarred my mind with your actions of terror.
Now I’ll scar yours.
You’ve plagued me with your pathetic existence.
Now I’ll plague you, bitch.
You had me depressed and down because you were in a painless state.
Needless to say, I’m not depressed or down anymore.
I’ve got you tied up with duct tape in my basement.
You’re feasting on piles of your own shit.
You’re soaked in puddles of blood and bile.
I always knew that your torture would be worthwhile!
I never want you dead.
I just want you in an everlasting state of pain.
Everytime that you smile with that crooked grin, I get the urge to punch your face in.
It’s a pleasure for me to scalp you alive
Shut up, bitch! I’ll allow you to survive!
If I wanted you dead, then you wouldn’t be wheezing
Now tell me, HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS PAIN?!?
Blood runs down your face, it seeps out of your pores
You spit up a mixture of inner fluids all over your shivering naked body
Your foot is sawn off, thanks to my machete
And now is the time when things start to get bloody
You attempt to move, to reach for the nearby phone
And I slice off your arm and tear to the bone
You painfully cringe and start to cry
You little bitch
You pray for your God but he’s nowhere to be found
I’m your God now…
I’m your God now!
Primitive solutions mean nothing without evidence.
Those creatures offer me their condolences,
But that won’t change a goddamn thing.
Surprised by their sympathizing
Disappointed by what’s truly going on inside of me
Impressed by the traveler’s tales
But they don’t truly mean a goddamn thing
Cast out—because of my deficiency
Dumbed down—because of the shit they’re giving me
I have to remain who I always have been
Some of them don’t appreciate that
The ringing in my ears is that of an illusion of a professional’s call.
The only thing that will change in me is the absence of this deficiency…
Please do not approach me with that book in your hand.
I do not wish to join your community.
There is no need to rub it in. (keep it all to yourself)
I know that I sin. (doesn’t everyone?)
Don’t make an ass of yourself. (this is getting out of hand)
Leave here and go back to your sanctuary.
Jesus frowns and God’s reign crashes down.
How come I cannot see this?
You’re blind--time to unwind.
Get your small, withered, wrinkled, arthritis-filled finger out of my face and go preach to someone who cares.
You tell me to spread the love and feel the joy.
Well, I don’t need your stupid ploy.
Spread the love and feel the joy?
Sorry, I don’t wish to molest that boy.
If you want my cash then take it.
Now go preach to someone who cares.