“Are you sure I am not looking past you? At some twisted little vision Of a person tied down screaming From a painful deadly incision Am I laughing at these wicked thoughts? My soul is dripping with sin I have so much anger to give But where should I begin I thought we all had a god given gift Guess I'm not human. I'm less Unless hate is a gift In which case I've been blessed 'Cause I hate a lot of people But can't explain my thoughts And I am laughing As your body rots”
