"Fuck" says the father of the spawn of satan.
I am a guilty conscience, there is no more or less, no embodiment of future, nor traveling spirit floating upon the whim of a dream. I am not yours nor am I mine, not even God's, I have come to find, just a conscience flowing and tainting all of the rest, I am not alpha and omega, I am just that annoying fly on your chest.
Rusty my tongue has become, so dull from misuse, so give me a second to breathe, those smooth hypocritic phrases you used to use so dear. Oh how they sharpened my still and awaiting tongue, like a stalker hidden from the one he idolized, to the skilled assassin of that parakeet at your throat.
No I am not random, just quick to get out of mind, because who would want to remember, someone so fucked up in the mind?
Rusty my tongue has become, so dull from misuse, so give me a second to breathe, those smooth hypocritic phrases you used to use so dear. Oh how they sharpened my still and awaiting tongue, like a stalker hidden from the one he idolized, to the skilled assassin of that parakeet at your throat.
No I am not random, just quick to get out of mind, because who would want to remember, someone so fucked up in the mind?