A Little Bitter
How the mind does shout for restWhen the bodies shaken, yeahOh the tightness in my chestStill your leaves I'm raking
Lord is this a testWas it fun creating, yeah?My god's a little sickAnd he wants me crazy
WhoAre youWho can sayIt's ok to live through me?
Live to bePart of meYou're a wrinkled magazineYeah
Was it something that I said?Was it how they're breaking, yeahI'm so selfish, paying your rentWhile your blood I'm taking
YouSpend meLike a treeDirty dollar bills for leavesDark in a seaOf my seedsAnd the tears on which you feed
You feed
The body is a templeA dormant alterTo where infantile men lie aroundItching and nibblingFor a small piece of sanityOf which you can not give
Shit!
IndividualityBuying pennies with my soulAnd a little Heaven spentWhile the Hell I'm taking
ThievesParasitesHide from lifeYou know they'll remember me
They are abhorredIn self-worthAll that matters much to me