An Insult to the Dead
Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 12:59 am
Failure is angular. It isn't circle shaped and ever fucked mistake’s unmade
When I abandoned her and with my wand-like sex I cast a horrid hex
I laid a curse on her, another wasted verse on her
Oh God
Forgive me Moses, Jesus, Allah
I have made such an awful regret of today
I have made such an awesome regret
I could be more than this with all the time I have; I am an insult to the dead
You should be over this. The infidelities are on account of me
And so I cheat on you, I beat on you with words and with actions
I will never tell the truth, in debt, aloof. Without you I’m a fraction
Too bad this won’t come easy where I stay
Where I lay in my bed of needles
Like I’m a bad child on a baby's birthday
Take a permanent vacation. I've got two months to live
And all the mental masturbation is just too much to give
So I'll go down to where the river flows into the sea
And you can bathe me in your body fluids. You can rescue me.
When I abandoned her and with my wand-like sex I cast a horrid hex
I laid a curse on her, another wasted verse on her
Oh God
Forgive me Moses, Jesus, Allah
I have made such an awful regret of today
I have made such an awesome regret
I could be more than this with all the time I have; I am an insult to the dead
You should be over this. The infidelities are on account of me
And so I cheat on you, I beat on you with words and with actions
I will never tell the truth, in debt, aloof. Without you I’m a fraction
Too bad this won’t come easy where I stay
Where I lay in my bed of needles
Like I’m a bad child on a baby's birthday
Take a permanent vacation. I've got two months to live
And all the mental masturbation is just too much to give
So I'll go down to where the river flows into the sea
And you can bathe me in your body fluids. You can rescue me.