What's In Your Head, Zombie
God I wish I believed in you.
I can't think, my brain is numb.
A mortal, zombie, robot;
just trying to find another way to cum.
Aces slide on tables
and dice hit walls and fall.
Somewhere is my future
but today I think I'll stall.
There's misery in my brain,
which doubles as my soul.
There's happiness there too
but it doesn't seem to show.
I can't wait another day
to see what that day will bring.
I'm so impatient to die
but I'll miss everything.
When I leave, it's for good,
it's never coming back,
it's shoulders slung with guns
and ammunition down my back,
it's cries against and down to hell
a swirling mess of hate and pity,
but all of you will follow soon
you just won't even know what hit you.
I have so much time left.
Oh god I really do.
I want it all for everyone
but I'll take my share of it too.
Fair enough is fairly against
anyone not borne blue
it's sad what this world is,
but everyone already knew.
Paper cuts and birthday cakes
ornamental laminates.
Rain on Sunday rain in May
but why always on my parade?
I miss what I've left behind
but I gotta keep it moving,
nothing ever catches up
I might find disproving.
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