Album: New American Gospel (2000)
The sore on the edge of your mouth
it mirrors the ones on your arm of black tar
you have known the ripping.
And I have seen you pissing your condition into the dirt.
I know you do not wanna live in the dirt you wanna know nothing but dirt you know you can not
beat weakness.
Kill the flux. Stretched to breaking an obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism.
You piece of shit I won´y say your name but I´ll say this- F*ck off & die (sooner the better).
You have shot out your eyes but I am seeing that you can´t feel anything of worth.
Know that you have pissed life away, lost in your narcotic dreams.
Heart pumping futile shit through your veins.
Why does it bother? I wanna punch in your sunken face & see your dusty blood smear through
the air in a polluted crimson arc,
splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete. Moribund.
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