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My thoughts turn into blades
I cut myself on myself
I work hard to protect myself from my self destructive nature
Sometimes I think that I only maintain myself
So I’ll have something to kick very hard
My thoughts turn on my thoughts
I eat myself alive
I vomit myself into myself
I make myself sick
Someitmes I think that I could rupture all my blood cells
By thinking the wrong thing
It’s a god thing I have a sort attention span
It allows me to forget myself from time to time
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Let’s do a song about the girl in college who fucked the frat boy and got
knocked up. The one who died screaming and convulsing in her room from septic
infection from the abortion.
About the kid from Nebraska who went to Vietnam and watched his guts cool on
his legs before he died a virgin in the jungle.
About the girl who has been in a mental institution for nine years and has been stuck with needles so
many times she thinks she’s a messenger from god to take the word’s pain on her shoulders.
About the man on Death Row who has not touched a woman for fifteen years.
About the boy who was made to fuck his mother while his father watched.
About the man who came home from work to find that his wife had cut their infant son in half
and shot herself in the head.
About the mother who was too high on junk to see that her baby had fallen down the side of the
bed and smothered to death.
About the boy who was beaten regularly by his father an is afraid to tell anyone because he
fears the fucker will kill him.
About the rich kid who fucked the girl, killed her and got away with it.
About the woman who threw her baby into a dumpster and when she heard the sound of the child’s skull hitting the iron floor she ran away screaming and vomiting.
Let’s sing
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Touch me
Kick me
Make me crawl
Do something
Make me see that I’m alive
I need it bad
I feel dead
Stick something sharp into my flesh
Rip the lids off my eyes
Make me see
Torch me
My burning body will light up the night sky
It will make the sun jealous
Alone looking for the quickest way to get to pain
I am my soul smasher love call death trip
I slashed my wrists of Destiny and took total control
I watch the night strangle the sun
Hail night
Darkness, my brother.
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