like a stab wound from across the room

Oh bloody hell

it's gonna be one of *those* nights again...

Time to get up, stand up

fall down on the floor

 

Crawling across the shards

but bleeding within and not without

wanting to scream wanting to shout

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckityfuck FUCK!

Dirty whore's got a way of talking

makes me wanna turn on the TV

and drown out the buzz of alcohol

sip on some Coke

skin a live rabbit

violence ain't the answer, it's the question

a question I raised in a fist of fury

unleashed the hate on myself

because it wanted to be happy

The shit's going down

'cause Newton says it can't go up

Try hard to defy

and circles become squares--

though you still get nowhere

just keep finding yourself in different corners

of your cardboard Pandora's Box

Wanna eat your Cheerios with a silver spoon

and have the sun shine out yer ass nightly?

Don't we all, my fickle friend, don't we all