the Fear
a blind sided comment about the social trends of the upper class.
"you say you're right,
a uptight agenda breathing in on my civil rights,
i claim you wrong wrong wrong."
put down the bottle, son,
you have a rifle to grab like
and eager cock waiting to climax at the first
sight of opposition.
the orgasm of death.
a x rated bedtime story
told in back board rooms.
i can sense them closing in.
and i have the Fear.
it tastes like the sense of retreat
building up behind the gums.
the sickness of withdrawal spikes the Fear
with a an all too powerfull kick.
and if they could learn how to control the Fear,
a deadly weapon as
junkies and drunks run through
the streets trying to find their
monkies so the Fear will stay at bay.
but it stil comes.
that fucking Fear.
it cums in waves of growing concern
as i swear each one of those
bastards is coming to put a cock in
my hand and send me out into
some random field
to die alone next a thousand
others.
oh. it's the Fear alright.
"you say you're right,
a uptight agenda breathing in on my civil rights,
i claim you wrong wrong wrong."
put down the bottle, son,
you have a rifle to grab like
and eager cock waiting to climax at the first
sight of opposition.
the orgasm of death.
a x rated bedtime story
told in back board rooms.
i can sense them closing in.
and i have the Fear.
it tastes like the sense of retreat
building up behind the gums.
the sickness of withdrawal spikes the Fear
with a an all too powerfull kick.
and if they could learn how to control the Fear,
a deadly weapon as
junkies and drunks run through
the streets trying to find their
monkies so the Fear will stay at bay.
but it stil comes.
that fucking Fear.
it cums in waves of growing concern
as i swear each one of those
bastards is coming to put a cock in
my hand and send me out into
some random field
to die alone next a thousand
others.
oh. it's the Fear alright.