Self Hatred - by Erik Smith
I'm the one
in the weeds
those glowing eyes peeking out
watching everything you do
knowing everything you've done
with the knife tight in my hand
waiting to purge you from this land
i want to
be stuck in your head
i want it to all fall down
i want to be remembered as the one
who destroyed everything in his way
who erased the entire nation
i am the
one walking in the crowd
thinking about what would happen
if one of the people around me
happened to have a bomb
i want to
be the one up in your girl
closing her eyes hoping i dont cum
deeper in her than you've ever been
have her doing shit to me you've never seen
doing shit to her that you've only dreamed
i am the
one standing against the wall
with that grim look on my face
thinking about how unaware you are
of everything really going on around you
i want to
be crashing around
always in your mind
want to be the only thing you want
and the one thing you can't find
i want to be the one who ends it all
the one with the blood on his hands
you will listen to my demands
those of you with the open minds
with the lost hope and the noosed rope
we're the ones at the front of the line
there's nothing we can't control
there's nothing we cannot spoil
we're the ones standing together
we're the ones who don't give a fuck
about the world's blood on our hands
=============
i'm back
on the edge of disaster
should i give a fuck? should i give up?
my life couldn't burn any faster
will i always be fucked? and always be stuck?
this darkness
couldn't spread any thicker
i know it cannot be stopped, it will not be stopped
when will my life be more than just a flicker?
will it soon be shut off? forever be lost?
i'm so fucking
sick of the odds stacked against me
how can i continue this sick demented game?
i want to be left alone simply moving freely
why does the darkness know my name?
