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Piss

suppose that you won't feel right
after I warned you not to talk
I'm going to tear your fucking face off
rearrange that silly smirk
desolate speed machine you're a fucked up
country poison freak dying under your ego
you isolate all I hate the most

oh how I wish that you'd evaporate
just like piss
oh how I wish that you'd evaporate
just like piss

how many times must we go 'round
this one-sided argument stepping on all the
familiar cracks won't cover up your
tombstone tracks yourself loathed the
mirror laughs back wide awake and dreaming
as your crystal day are crackling
your reservoir of pain isn't receding

oh how I wish that you'd evaporate
just like piss
oh how I wish that you'd evaporate
just like piss

death's abyss

 

©2014, Timothy James Swenson