F****T
I feel... displaced
Flower child of the universe
Oh this world is so evil
Dark gothic tortured prowler
On the haunt for my cream stick
Wheel around with my boom stick
And give them one big lick
I feel... threatened
Enlightened saviour
Lowly minions' dominiance would be over
Once I raise my staff
And struck the stone
Their reign falls, their blood to atone
Sins drowned in their groans
Drop it, you little faggot
You mace me to blind me
Lose the torch and the boom stick
Your patina of oh-i'm-great' shtick
And fight like a real bone
Bring you down from aloft
'Cos you ain't enough to fill my fists
I'll hack at your face
And I'm going to fuck you
I'm going to kill you
And split your face
And spit in your gaze
I'm going to kill you
I'm going to kill you
Kill
KIll
KILl
KILL
KILL!
DIE, YOU BLOODY FAGGOT!
Crap
Sometimes I regret that I hesitated at that final moment. Actually, its most of the time. It was so close to being free, but I, being the stupid and pathetic loser I am anyway, stopped short of it. Damn damn damn.
Suddenly the glint of metal in the distance look so attractive... and my wrists felt bare... should I? Should I...
Damn.
I live to regret yet again.