Oh boy it's Wendesday again

and I feel like the world's best friend

you know everything is gonna be OK

helped an old lady across the street

wiped the bullshit of her feet

even tipped my hat to a cop

then I went back home and shut the door

pulled down the shades and slowly went out of my

mind

I hate this world and what it's done to me

and I won't rest or be set free

'till I destroy everything about it that pisses me off

out on the streets again

you know it's feeling pretty good

because I can stand hypocrasy the least

in me it brings out a beast

and beasts are never doing what the should

you can't fight a war and believe in the bible

if you do you're a sanctimonious hypocrite

there's a little black door we go inside

but this world tells us that's just a lie

sometimes it makes me want to scream

makes me want to shout

makes me want to rip

rip the heart out of society

hold it up for all to see

and say this

this is all you'll ever have

tommorow and tommorow until today

till today turns to yesterday

it's a pyramid of lies and sick charade

mothers cheer their dead sons in a happy parade

sometimes it just blows me away

I wish for tens of thousands of uncencumbered

miles

but I'll turn and I'll fight

and think about what happens next

when the antihuman machine it turns on you.



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