The mild mannered fuck off's screamed and yelled fuck off to us all. Emancipating a brand of slavery blinded truth to a fall. Old days of chanting in the bitter violence burn. Countless ways of taunting in a tragic insane turn. Somewhere in a backwards motion I shifted into a forwarding gesture. The separation of such rags spread upon my feeble and felonious vesture. Smiling faces grit their teeth with vile jealousy. No fucks given is what I always be telling me. Look on past it all because I can't even try, so I won't holla. This needle got me so far down here in the depths of hell you can't follow. I'm at that point where you're numb to it all and you never cry. The path that only gives way and finally ends when I die.
A walk in madness amongst the damned and depraved...
