Well if you’re a constipation
Just another complication
There’s no time for contemplation
I don’t need your confirmation
Hit the road
Curb your urge
for entertainment
I’m gon’ set you down way down on the waitlist
Rid myself of all of your presence until I’m weightless
Push my heel on your knees and bend you to the pavement
Don’t come revving on my street, I would end you like the “cavemen”
Lost
to civilization
The final boss
Under my thumb, my subjugation
Say what you want but I won’t see or hear your tasteless
Attempt at patriotic patriarchal indoctrinations
You would doctor my demands
Pretend you’re under command
but I don’t have the patience
I could never recommend the things you *cough* to in your basement
I will end you like the ancient
Ideations
Aspirations
Of the mentally ill manifestations
I don’t care if I live the rest of my life hated
I don’t care if you live the rest of your sick life frustrated
I don’t care if you never get your sick mind medicated
Keep me out of this
Keep me out of your twisted imagination
Hope your mama still loves you even if you’re just a broken creation
A messed up painting on the ceilings of shattered expectations
Scattered seed on a field of battles feeding abominations
Breeding imitations
And cheap excuses not explanations
Did your father teach you to always justify your deformations
How to maintain the stains and stay your blades for painful suffocation
Don’t answer that
Forget I asked
Like you forget about your past
Perpetrations
I won’t hear it
I don’t care if
You suffer an alien invasion
And they swallow your whole head
The one above your empty rib cage, man
Man, your desperation