You Think You've Done Enough
• Written by Anonymous
I kill words for the thrill of it.
Instil my shit into dead brains.
An insane murderer of ABC'S
Here we go one two fucking three.
Diplomacy couldn't stop this train.
Red tape snaps at the thought of it.
I twists and turn and burn the plot.
Ain't firing a damn warning shot.
Listen to my acerbic tongue
Prick you like a fucking a thorn
I'll make you feel like your just born...
words, words, words, words.
so damn absurd ...
words, words, words, words.
so damn absurd ...
You think you know all the answers?
Those private dancers in your head
weave the words so intricately,
fine thread to keep the strange ones fed,
Think you have bled enough for them?
The the unpredictable masses
the lower, middle, upper classes
god damn it they all have hall passes
into corridors of madness
you fuel their happiness with words
just well timed words to numb their pain ...
words, words, words, words.
so damn absurd ...
words, words, words, words.
so damn absurd ...
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