Driving this meat machine that’s somehow twice my age
It bears the scars and fractures of a vessel for my rage.
They say a cheetah cannot change its spots
But it can say if you live or not
coming at you at the speed of hate
open mouth and shit falling out
Landing flat is what you’re about
And you’re taken when you hesitate
what I’ve seen would break a man
so I channel all the beasts I can
totems to protect my fractured mind
hearing pathetic woes
of the ones who walk on tippy toes
makes me want to slaughter to unwind
But I must be civilized
following these plans devised
to fold us into bleating herds of wool
sheared, naked, shivering
your own coat you’re delivering
while I refuse to play the fucking fool
Don’t follow me on this trip
blaze your own trail and mental slip
set the world on fire your own way
judge me and you judge yourself
your soul sold and there’s nothing left
you never want to come outside and play
This vehicle of flesh and bone is scorching down to ash
when it’s done don’t bury me, just throw me in the trash