Walking a barren, desolate road, depressed, on my own
Thinking of resting at home, by the fire, drinking, dressed in a robe
I dream of scotch on the rocks, not these blood blots on my socks
copping these mocks, from fools, who want me to drop on the spot
I refuse to do that, this is a game.........that I refuse to lose at
Twist me in pain, piss on my brain, I'll do worse to you, so move back
Holding my flask, I'll devote to the task, blow smoke to my past
My hopes and my plans, provoke me, but I won't fold in the blast
This world is a temptress, whose fury unfurls at the strengthless
picking you apart, like a jealous, furious girl...........it's relentless
Homing in, on your home again, until, you're swoll with sin
crush you like a rolling pin, then takes you to death's ocean.....
and throws you in.
Back to my story, there's cut on my back, and it's gory
why don't I have a dog attacking them for me?
I try to fight back, but they slash, blood pours to the ground
it shines, like a china doll with a porcelain gown
forcing a crown, on to the top of my head, it's agony
I'm not Jesus, nah, they're just plain out attacking me
Wiping blood from my eyes, mixed with mud, and my cries
I look at the fence, and arise, I'm some what surprised
There's a gap in the metal, plain as black on a kettle
It's small, fuck it.........gimme a crack and I'd settle
I don't stop, I just dash, to every spot, like a rash
darting around cars, I foil their plot with a crash
on the slippery grass, crawl through the modest parting
a trip and I scrap, look back and see the sargeant darting
burning with anticipation, I get through in bliss sensation
This vacation, is one to forget, but I forget to hasten
And they follow me, that jack rabbit and his colony
They don't even want to kill........it's isn't voluntary
Forced in to obeying the scum of the earth's surface
but I kept praying, and now all his work's worthless
His name is death, I'll see him when I'm laid to rest
And I'll do his dirty work, live inside his blazing chest
The fire burns, when the sire learns, that your life's gone
so my song, is to tell you.......what's right's.....wrong
Life is a certificate, a contract we're afraid to sign
Death will consume your life, it played at mine
this world is a ball of sin, with painted lines
^All that opression and combat................
...........was my frame of mind
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