I can see, that look on your face is discontent

You look like you don't even care about the time that we spent

Do you know, what it's like to be treated like dirt?

And thrown to the ground, and carry on like you're not hurt

And get up and see, everybody's laughing at me

The joke's on me, Catharsis will never be anything

Still it's sad to say, nothing really goes your way

And you can feel it inside with useless attempts to change

It's bad when you want people to feel like you too

And start another Columbine just so they walk in your shoes

I'll never blame Eric and Dylan for what they wanted to do

And I'd never feel bad if I killed Rachel too

I'll never ever fucking trust one woman again

Yet I'll always make myself be inferior to them

Still time passes and it gets more lonely than ever

And I fall again, hoping that we could only be together

It goes...

Hook

You gotta learn quick, how cold people can be

Men who decide to have sex with their whole families

And it seems like all the bad shit happens to me

Even though I know that I am doing the right thing

I guess the devil won 'cause I don't believe in God

The more I tried to make it work I felt like a fraud

Sometimes I wish I could die and get it all over with

Sometimes I wanna find train tracks and just sit

Sometimes I wanna get in people's face and tell them straight

I want payback, make em feel what I felt

Make em deal with all the bad shit that they dealt

And I'll watch their face change as they scream for help

Until then I'm stuck, I can't even get up

And there's not one person around that I can even trust

It sucks, and you're the only one, nobody else

There's no way in hell a stupid God can give me any help

Sometimes I wanna see people die, I wanna see em cry

I wanna see em scream so hard they lose their fuckin mind

I'm takin life by storm, cuz I aint like the norm

This is horror rap unlike none you've ever heard before

Hitler was a genius, socialism's not defeated

My strategy is war, homesexuals can't beat it

You didn't see it coming, you're too busy cumming

Rubbing genitals up and down I can feel the blood rushing

It's all pretty to you, nothing is pretty to me

Blood spewing from your intestines is my fantasy

It's all real, my music's simply applicable

A fist-full, a shit full, one rhyme's simply invincible

Look at my face, you lookin like you caught in a daze

You lookin like I'm Pol Pot when I spit in your face

You don't know how long I've been waitin just to see you suffer

I pray to God one day your testicles get tied together

I hate the sound of cheerleaders, I like the voice of feared leaders

Plagarism is death, other rappers are fuckin' cheaters

Catharsis, Catharsis, you can call me Pontius Pilate

I decide who dies, diss me and walk the plank like I'm a pirate

My music's a mental roller coaster, some are scared to ride it

Everyone's obnoxious, I just decided not to hide it

Don't shoot for thrill, I only shoot to fuckin' kill

I aint neva seen a gun and you better pray I never will

My moral is low, my fuckin empathy will never show

I laughed in third grade at the end of Where The Red Fern Grows

My chance at success is slim, my future's so dim

'Cause all I wanna do is spit and screw the rest of it

Being a musician aint a profession, it's only crap

It's only justifiable if there's talent, and there's no rap

There's never a fuckin point it just goes on and on

As a matter of fact, why even bother to listen to this fucking song?

I went by that old house yesterday

I didn't even know what to say

Engulfed in white paint and the light blue shutters

Makes me recollect on how we used to be together

I sat on the bench just to have a cold thought

And remembered us talkin late round this empty lot

Makes me think, was it just a dream?

I still recall how cute your face looked when you glanced at me

One whole year, how many beers?

Does it take to replace all these internal tears?

I miss the joy of thinkin someone really fuckin cared

It's hard to grasp, the fact that you're not even here

Gotta get up, took a walk through the grass

Just to pass, that old tree where you sat by me and had those laughs

It's so sad, I can still hear you now

I frown at the fact I simply just don't think of you now

Hook:

It's hard to forget, these nights that I've spent

Just tryin hard to figure out what love really meant

But sometimes you gotta grow up and I look back now

And all I can see is your face when I pass that old house

I remember that day when you first came to move in

And I was happy, you were only a block from where I lived

That summer I looked forward to the stuff we could do

But who knew? Those days of deep conversations were through

You were more concerned about bein' the popular girl

And I was more concerned about my sole purpose in this world

I didn't wanna lose you, and I was still young too

I didn't get the fact you had different interests too

I got so tired of simply gettin sympathy

So tired of always talkin bout the problems with me

You changed, and I was still the same distressed kid

The same guy who's talent was to write serious shit

About serious things, still don't really know what they mean

You probably still don't understand how I got so fuckin mean

But it's just me, and are you still you?

Cuz it's all I think of, when I pass that old house through

Hook

It's hard to even look back at it all

So many bitter feelings and problems now they seem so small

Now it starts to come to me so vividly

I can see, the night you got on that dude right in front of me

I tried to be a man, tried to hide the hurt

But the image of you kissin him made me feel worse

It wasn't even just about a bitch girl

It was the first time I really felt so worthless in this world

If i could choose to take it back, I wouldn't if I could

It taught me some life lessons, now well understood

Emotions floatin', must be sorted out within

And I will never be another tool to get fucked with

You said hi to me in the hallway yesterday

And I didn't even have a clue what to say

The beauty of your face, made me think about it now

And I don't miss you one bit when I pass your old house

You woke up an hour early way before school

To put your make up on right and to look cool

And by cool, I mean your fuckin beautiful

You know it and you show it, you love it how guys look at you

And during class, you know the way the system works

The guys in the corner of their eyes are peaking up your skirt

You kind of pay attention, you know you gotta get a C

To get that expensive car you wanted for your birthday from daddy

In the halls, you hug every cute dude you see

You make sure they feel your breasts and get a little horny

You're nice to the teachers, you're nice to everyone

Even though it's hard, you try not to gossip too much

You hope your not labeled as the stereotypical blonde

When you're dumb as shit and you'll do anything to have fun

And when you fuck football players you try to cover it up

When the whole school plainly knows that you're just a slut

Hook:

Big tits and tight hips, I don't know what it is

That makes guys wanna jerk it when you lick your lips

Your personality don't exist, your emotions switch

Don't know what it is, but you're great at being a bitch

You purposely are involved with charity and cheerleading

Just so it can guarantee you're the queen of the homecoming

At parties, you know exactly how to get invited

You make all the guys excited and soon they just can't hide it

You love to play with 'em, it's your greatest skill

Making sensitive guys a mess gives you your greatest thrill

You rub your legs against his softly, he wants it so bad

So bad he'll do anything just to grab what you have

And nice clean christian guys are your biggest target

You make them think you're religious too, when you're the farthest from it

And dances are the best, you grind harder than the rest

Yet you're so good at it, they can only picture you undressed

High school days are the greatest, they'll never ever end

You'll never stop being the center of attention

And we'll never stop looking and waiting to see

What happens next between the conflict of you and your identity

Hook

There's no greater blessing than sex appeal

Cuz everyone gets turned on and you know sex is real

Maybe it will get you through life like it has so far

I bet you can't wait to be 21 and be hittin' the bars

But one day, I hope you turn around and see that girl

The girl that valued her years slowly, no you're not that girl

There's only so many big muscles and dicks that you can take

Soon you'll be on the ground contemplating the years that you've wasted

Hook

Philisophical, astronomical

Raps that will make you laugh, you can call me comical

The name's catharsis, have you ever felt pain?

Little girls weep when they listen, so I like to make it rain

I fuckin love fame, I'm a celebrity

I'm like Paris Hilton except no one wants to fuck with me

Just see what I've achieved, you can already tell

I go eight for eight constantly like I'm Michael Phelps

Some say my music's hell, but this is the real world

Not like MTV, I'm talkin' guns, cars, and slutty girls

Cuz that's what rap's about, man without a doubt

It's time a real MC came to straighten some things out

Hook:

It's time now, let the castigation begin

Let us weep and take a peak at all of our sins

Only apathy can set us free from time again

So listen up (Catharsis), it's that time again

Repeat

Some rappers like to brag, ladies man, I'll never follow

For all I know you could be fuckin' Rosie O'Donnel

I like to trick people into thinkin' that I'm frisk

Like I'm a respectable man, like Atticus Finch

I'm in it too far, you can't go back now

Like my man, Tom Petty I will never back down

I think ya'll forgot that it's called freedom of speech

So shut up, and let one fucking conservative speak

Yeah I said conservative, now you thinkin' that I'm weak?

While faggots bow down to horny priets

Catholicism is old, protestantism is gay

The real Sound of Music is coming your way

The next best talent is here today

And fuck you Diddy, that's all I have to say

You're the industry's bitch, man no matter what your paid

It's plain to see, you know nothing about the game

Hook

Some people can't appreciate my flow

My rhythm is an art, you can call me Michaelangelo

I know it's so gold, I own, I own yo

Please don't condone my metaphorical gnomes, titleist

I'm fighting this and I'm fighting the war

I'm fighting off useless liberals like Clinton the whore

I said it before, muthafuckas you can hear me roar

The plague of truth is upon us, so curse me some more

I know it's that, I'm the Edgar Allen Poe of rap

If you wanted pleasantness, the Jo Bro's got that

It's time people got out of their house and saw

That kindness has got no fuckin rewards at all

Cuz I can still slit your throat and you'll die in pity

And in one month the world will have forgotten already

It's cruel, so cherish the moments that you have

That's why I take advantage every single time I rap

Hook