Sore
Sore cunt from a career of self-serve
What the hell have you done to yourself?
What the fuck have you done to everyone else?
Face the jury
Buoyantly
Vividly
Rendering every pocket blistering
You’ve found a way to displace the shame
To misplace the same weight
Gift wrapped in disease
Shotgun in a muzzle
Shotgun silenced
Sealed in a graphic
Sealed in silence
Pivotal as choice is
In your hands
Have you not any shame?
How could you blame the world?
How could you place any fault?
Reflective surfaces show
Who holds responsibility for it all
I’ll never accept who you are
Monster's not word enough
What you are
Words can’t say
Alive and well to my dismay
Dismay brought from a conveyor of self-serve
Look what You’ve done to yourself
Fuck you and what You’ve done to yourself
Have you not any shame?
How could you blame the world?
How could you place any fault?
Reflective surfaces show
Who holds responsibility for it all
I’ll never accept who you are
Monster's not word enough
Never accept who you are
What you are
Words can’t say
Alive and well to my dismay
What you are
I can’t say
What you need?
I’ll shove a splintering stake up your cunt
We've all made mistakes
With room for more mistakes to make
No I will never be a monster
I’ll never accept who you are
Monsters not word enough
What you are
Monsters not word enough
