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Oh, when’s this gonna stop
When’s this gonna stop?
I was never taught how not to let those leper sheep rot me
I curse those who hate me for hating them
Crucify those who are made of gelatin
I bleed through sheets of paper (my telegrams to Hades lost in a rainstorm)
And I force the trauma to fight underneath my fingernails
So I have excuses to pick at it until it’s raw
I wait for my bone to crack
watching for my lakes of nurses to stand attention, swarm to the aching marrow
I lost my directions to Watership Down much too long ago
To know what grass and democracy feels like anymore
Sometimes I find it strange that I am solid
And my hands don’t penetrate me as if my skeleton was a fine mist
Oh, Why don’t they…
I look at red numbers of digital clocks
Time is waiting for me to fade away
A Tape Worm Love Affair
I can smell you underneath me
Scurvy scratching to the surface
Breaking from my clay cracked skin
(it still feels wet with chlorophyll)
It breathes like an algae
Licentious but lovely
Smells like rotten bird flesh
It sticks to me with tree sap fingertips
Enveloping my unwashed hands as if they were sweating holy water
I hate you
(but where would you be without me?)
You tap Morse code onto my funny bone
and howl in the deepest pit of my stomach
Digesting every part of me with every intake
A tape worm love affair
Scurvy scratching to the surface
Breaking from my clay cracked skin
(it still feels wet with chlorophyll)
It breathes like an algae
Licentious but lovely
Smells like rotten bird flesh
It sticks to me with tree sap fingertips
Enveloping my unwashed hands as if they were sweating holy water
I hate you
(but where would you be without me?)
You tap Morse code onto my funny bone
and howl in the deepest pit of my stomach
Digesting every part of me with every intake
A tape worm love affair
The Origin of the Mermaid Tail
The origin of this mermaid tail is unknown
the scales must’ve embedded into my vampire legs
when I fell through the farmhouse window into the small brook outside
I was supposed to learn from that but no one gave me a worksheet
I could become anything and they turned me into a silly teenage girl
Telling my friends to stop crying about themselves
Cry about me instead! I’m a fish for god’s sake!
But the origin of this mermaid tail is unknown
I wonder how I’m still alive in this town
the water levels are lower than I anticipated
And while I’m struggling to breathe
Every fucking sea lion starts barking at me
These gills were created to get out of this cement
Not turn it into concrete
I was never a good enough swimmer to migrate to warmer waters
Chances are, the second I leave, my tail will disintegrate like
those dead dogs from Resident Evil
And I’ll be roped to shore and forced to choke
Everyday
the scales must’ve embedded into my vampire legs
when I fell through the farmhouse window into the small brook outside
I was supposed to learn from that but no one gave me a worksheet
I could become anything and they turned me into a silly teenage girl
Telling my friends to stop crying about themselves
Cry about me instead! I’m a fish for god’s sake!
But the origin of this mermaid tail is unknown
I wonder how I’m still alive in this town
the water levels are lower than I anticipated
And while I’m struggling to breathe
Every fucking sea lion starts barking at me
These gills were created to get out of this cement
Not turn it into concrete
I was never a good enough swimmer to migrate to warmer waters
Chances are, the second I leave, my tail will disintegrate like
those dead dogs from Resident Evil
And I’ll be roped to shore and forced to choke
Everyday
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stay super nice
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Shell Shock
Have you ever just wished there was something better for the veterans
the ones who sleep under 7-11s wanting to go to heaven?
Suffering from the shell-shock it road blocks his clear thoughts
Thinkin’ ‘bout the stories his brothers told ‘em on those green cots
His daughter, his Goldilocks, her overalls, her pink socks
It’s been a year since he’s seen her, that alone makes him distraught
He said ”One thing I’ve been taught, from my dad and gramps and wars fought
is that time is overlapping, and love exist in between the sheets of your thoughts”
Looking back at clock while he rots in the rain drops
You never believe the scars and silver bullets that still wroughts
His skin, he melted under the rain like he’s a pillar of salt
So where’s Lot? You know, the bible always was his soft spot
He recites what he remembers resting and writhing in the parking lot
Sometimes he makes up lines and stories to replace the ones that he forgot
It’s the only thing that confronts him, revives him like a booster shot
And then his minds grows legs and wonder and then he find the ones he shot
“God” he says while crying “I am just a fly, why don’t you swat
Me for all the others, all the enemies, the whole lot
Just throw me and my soul in coals that heat the melting pot
and then the powder and pestilence I left behind will finally just stop
the ones who sleep under 7-11s wanting to go to heaven?
Suffering from the shell-shock it road blocks his clear thoughts
Thinkin’ ‘bout the stories his brothers told ‘em on those green cots
His daughter, his Goldilocks, her overalls, her pink socks
It’s been a year since he’s seen her, that alone makes him distraught
He said ”One thing I’ve been taught, from my dad and gramps and wars fought
is that time is overlapping, and love exist in between the sheets of your thoughts”
Looking back at clock while he rots in the rain drops
You never believe the scars and silver bullets that still wroughts
His skin, he melted under the rain like he’s a pillar of salt
So where’s Lot? You know, the bible always was his soft spot
He recites what he remembers resting and writhing in the parking lot
Sometimes he makes up lines and stories to replace the ones that he forgot
It’s the only thing that confronts him, revives him like a booster shot
And then his minds grows legs and wonder and then he find the ones he shot
“God” he says while crying “I am just a fly, why don’t you swat
Me for all the others, all the enemies, the whole lot
Just throw me and my soul in coals that heat the melting pot
and then the powder and pestilence I left behind will finally just stop
The Sixth Station
Stuck at the Sixth Station going to the Seventh Circle
I hope Dante was right, cause I know nothing of Infernos
So Kudos to the bros that made sure our treason never rests
Cause the media is leading ya to a slasher flick death
Dial one for more options because we have no more options
Summon the God of Word to call an official time out!
Disconnect the phone and pray to ComEd there’s a blackout
So drop F-bombs like Napalm, (except they’d like Napalm more)
Throw the FCC fallacies out the window, lock the door
Hey Man! You’ve won a chance to experience my illest bars in 3D!
Put on your glasses and lean back and go down in the submarine
Let’s burn down the censor sorcerers who told us to be clean
Cause I’m Nintendo, next level, and I got reason to be mean
Black bars on humanity’s scars on the TV screen
Bleeps on the streets, silencing the words that we need
Sugar and Spice Girls mixed with millennium denim
Sharp teeth and snake tongues, got Spiderman’s Venom
It’s a dream, to me, to be a writer and a slammer
(Acapella rapper as it says on the wrapper)
Now I got an excuse to talk all this crazy scheisse
Without sounding like Downey Jr. so high, like it was NASA
Confessing like the pulsating crowd was a pastor
But then they turn around and bow down to the master
His power cords careen through the brains of the sane
And its wires conspire to take down the bane
Of society, the mind you see, has been described with a science
So they create pills that shatters will and self reliance
To make you an appliance, Lucifer’s locked away pulling a Dufrene
While the policemen of speech start censoring our names
I’m no Tyra Banks, my talk is unhinged without aid
My thoughts binge drink on the Sabbath, mixing lyrics and lemonade
While still praying to the Gravediggerz of the freedom of speech
And I call upon RZArector and spit bars down at the beach
And then the water cools my feet and the sun goes to bed
Remember to pack a lunch, cause it’s time to feed your head
I hope Dante was right, cause I know nothing of Infernos
So Kudos to the bros that made sure our treason never rests
Cause the media is leading ya to a slasher flick death
Dial one for more options because we have no more options
Summon the God of Word to call an official time out!
Disconnect the phone and pray to ComEd there’s a blackout
So drop F-bombs like Napalm, (except they’d like Napalm more)
Throw the FCC fallacies out the window, lock the door
Hey Man! You’ve won a chance to experience my illest bars in 3D!
Put on your glasses and lean back and go down in the submarine
Let’s burn down the censor sorcerers who told us to be clean
Cause I’m Nintendo, next level, and I got reason to be mean
Black bars on humanity’s scars on the TV screen
Bleeps on the streets, silencing the words that we need
Sugar and Spice Girls mixed with millennium denim
Sharp teeth and snake tongues, got Spiderman’s Venom
It’s a dream, to me, to be a writer and a slammer
(Acapella rapper as it says on the wrapper)
Now I got an excuse to talk all this crazy scheisse
Without sounding like Downey Jr. so high, like it was NASA
Confessing like the pulsating crowd was a pastor
But then they turn around and bow down to the master
His power cords careen through the brains of the sane
And its wires conspire to take down the bane
Of society, the mind you see, has been described with a science
So they create pills that shatters will and self reliance
To make you an appliance, Lucifer’s locked away pulling a Dufrene
While the policemen of speech start censoring our names
I’m no Tyra Banks, my talk is unhinged without aid
My thoughts binge drink on the Sabbath, mixing lyrics and lemonade
While still praying to the Gravediggerz of the freedom of speech
And I call upon RZArector and spit bars down at the beach
And then the water cools my feet and the sun goes to bed
Remember to pack a lunch, cause it’s time to feed your head
Southern Hospitality
You see, the devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a heart to break
Not worrying about what he destroyed
But only about what he could take
If you baked me my favorite birthday cake
Put it on a platinum plate
It would still taste like you, bitter and fake
Cause see you think I’m still 8 right?
And that I didn’t know why your work hours
Were overnight?
Right…
That I didn’t know why you and mom got in a fight?
Correct me, but there’s no way you can protect me
About what I already know
Jackie from Georgia
Vicki from Greensboro
Lies thrive like horse flies in the southern heat
The kind of heat that burns the asphalt and makes it sting your feet
Grab one of your southern belles and I’ll call y’all Beauty and the Beast
Then I’ll ‘Thank you kindly for the hospitality’
And cackle while your apologies seeps out of the cracks of your teeth
You don’t have to coat your spiny words with molasses
I’m past it
I know the truth ain’t so sweet, and yeah, it tends to burn like acid
I’ll wrap the words up in plastic and stuff it in a flask and
I’ll keep doing that until it’s filled in
Then I’ll put it on a shelve
Grab another twelve
And repeat the process over again
Because your arguments are like knick knacks you buy on vacations
And I’d prefer to tune them out like a bad radio station
I catch myself having dreams of the years
Without my wax figure father
I became a skeleton on my linoleum floor
I was the product of a slaughter
And I looked at the man who calls me his daughter
He had eyes so rotten that even maggots avoided them
Man, I didn’t believe in God
But the devil grew to be so real
With a mouth that can’t speak
And fingertips that can’t feel
I’ve been down to Hell
And there the asphalt burned my feet
And I was left to suffocate
In the thick southern heat
He was looking for a heart to break
Not worrying about what he destroyed
But only about what he could take
If you baked me my favorite birthday cake
Put it on a platinum plate
It would still taste like you, bitter and fake
Cause see you think I’m still 8 right?
And that I didn’t know why your work hours
Were overnight?
Right…
That I didn’t know why you and mom got in a fight?
Correct me, but there’s no way you can protect me
About what I already know
Jackie from Georgia
Vicki from Greensboro
Lies thrive like horse flies in the southern heat
The kind of heat that burns the asphalt and makes it sting your feet
Grab one of your southern belles and I’ll call y’all Beauty and the Beast
Then I’ll ‘Thank you kindly for the hospitality’
And cackle while your apologies seeps out of the cracks of your teeth
You don’t have to coat your spiny words with molasses
I’m past it
I know the truth ain’t so sweet, and yeah, it tends to burn like acid
I’ll wrap the words up in plastic and stuff it in a flask and
I’ll keep doing that until it’s filled in
Then I’ll put it on a shelve
Grab another twelve
And repeat the process over again
Because your arguments are like knick knacks you buy on vacations
And I’d prefer to tune them out like a bad radio station
I catch myself having dreams of the years
Without my wax figure father
I became a skeleton on my linoleum floor
I was the product of a slaughter
And I looked at the man who calls me his daughter
He had eyes so rotten that even maggots avoided them
Man, I didn’t believe in God
But the devil grew to be so real
With a mouth that can’t speak
And fingertips that can’t feel
I’ve been down to Hell
And there the asphalt burned my feet
And I was left to suffocate
In the thick southern heat
Snapped
Sometimes I walk the halls and there’s a voice in my head that says
Something ain’t right
A 6 inch pipe in my side, or like I’m swallowing a knife
The halls look sickly in this light
But they say it’s a budget cut
But there’s feeling in my gut that I can’t shake
Like the students are the meat and the school is the plate
And I’m wondering whose meal it is
I mean we’re only kids, but some of us jump other kids
And rip out their feelings
But maybe one of them was already starting to suffer
Because after the divorce
He’s been ditched by his own mother
Getting with some other guy you never want to call father
Got an F on a test, now he can’t play ball
His best friend’s moving all the way back to Arkansas
And he saw his girl with another man at the mall
If you knew that you would have of helped him after all
But someone just had to steal his phone and make a long distance call
Imagine the words like sewage spilling down your throat
When you see a student beaten, being dragged by his coat
And you wouldn’t dare stand up and say ‘No’
You can’t remember a time where you felt so frighteningly cold
Hold onto your soul because it’s going on a ride
Because in your old middle school a man blew his head off and he died
A fake bomb threat but no one can identify the guy who did it
I feel my heart being hit by a defibrillator kit
And somehow I think our school is running out of time
There’s something in my mind that looks and feels like Colombine
And you can buy an AK-47 online
Or find directions to make a pipe bomb in your spare time
All you need a kid walking shakily on a tightrope line
Cut it and stab the scissors into his back
And next week the teacher’s asking him
What’s in your backpack?
You could see the candlelight die in his eyes when he snapped
Strapped a bomb under his coat, hid a gun on his back
And I’m telling everyone to get in the corner of the room
I’m telling them what to do when I don’t know what to do
I can’t believe this kid walks in the same small halls we do
And we scatter like bats in the night sky
Looking for somewhere to hide, and I crouch behind a bigger guy
And he looks me in the eyes and tells me that he’s scared
Cause nobody feels safe in a classroom
And all he can think about is his brother, cause he’s here too
A couple girls are crying, taking out their cells praying that the signal comes through
And all we had to do was give this boy another chance
And listen to words he said, not glance
And that’s just what no one did
Nobody even took a small step for this kid
So are you still wondering why he did what he did?
You could say it was like Pandora’s box, and someone opened up the lid
Unaware of the terror and the fear pouring out
The ghost of a happy family thrashed about
The memory of his first kiss glimmered and died out
All that was left was his soul, a dirty dead mouse
How was it we didn’t take the chance to help out?
Now we’re praying on a red orange carpet with today’s homework on the overhead
And you can hear him walking outside, but his footsteps sound dead
The door bursts open and we hear six bullets go straight into six student heads
And I hear screams but I’m not sure which ones are from the dead
And then my cold, clammy hands are gripped tight
The boy in front of me’s eyes lost all light
His shirt was a red burst surrounding the crisp blue-white
If I hadn’t of seen the blood I could’ve sworn he died of fright
And these are the things I see in my third sight
And I ponder them like a philosopher at night
So take a chance on that boy before you turn your back
And set him free from his cage before the bars snap
Something ain’t right
A 6 inch pipe in my side, or like I’m swallowing a knife
The halls look sickly in this light
But they say it’s a budget cut
But there’s feeling in my gut that I can’t shake
Like the students are the meat and the school is the plate
And I’m wondering whose meal it is
I mean we’re only kids, but some of us jump other kids
And rip out their feelings
But maybe one of them was already starting to suffer
Because after the divorce
He’s been ditched by his own mother
Getting with some other guy you never want to call father
Got an F on a test, now he can’t play ball
His best friend’s moving all the way back to Arkansas
And he saw his girl with another man at the mall
If you knew that you would have of helped him after all
But someone just had to steal his phone and make a long distance call
Imagine the words like sewage spilling down your throat
When you see a student beaten, being dragged by his coat
And you wouldn’t dare stand up and say ‘No’
You can’t remember a time where you felt so frighteningly cold
Hold onto your soul because it’s going on a ride
Because in your old middle school a man blew his head off and he died
A fake bomb threat but no one can identify the guy who did it
I feel my heart being hit by a defibrillator kit
And somehow I think our school is running out of time
There’s something in my mind that looks and feels like Colombine
And you can buy an AK-47 online
Or find directions to make a pipe bomb in your spare time
All you need a kid walking shakily on a tightrope line
Cut it and stab the scissors into his back
And next week the teacher’s asking him
What’s in your backpack?
You could see the candlelight die in his eyes when he snapped
Strapped a bomb under his coat, hid a gun on his back
And I’m telling everyone to get in the corner of the room
I’m telling them what to do when I don’t know what to do
I can’t believe this kid walks in the same small halls we do
And we scatter like bats in the night sky
Looking for somewhere to hide, and I crouch behind a bigger guy
And he looks me in the eyes and tells me that he’s scared
Cause nobody feels safe in a classroom
And all he can think about is his brother, cause he’s here too
A couple girls are crying, taking out their cells praying that the signal comes through
And all we had to do was give this boy another chance
And listen to words he said, not glance
And that’s just what no one did
Nobody even took a small step for this kid
So are you still wondering why he did what he did?
You could say it was like Pandora’s box, and someone opened up the lid
Unaware of the terror and the fear pouring out
The ghost of a happy family thrashed about
The memory of his first kiss glimmered and died out
All that was left was his soul, a dirty dead mouse
How was it we didn’t take the chance to help out?
Now we’re praying on a red orange carpet with today’s homework on the overhead
And you can hear him walking outside, but his footsteps sound dead
The door bursts open and we hear six bullets go straight into six student heads
And I hear screams but I’m not sure which ones are from the dead
And then my cold, clammy hands are gripped tight
The boy in front of me’s eyes lost all light
His shirt was a red burst surrounding the crisp blue-white
If I hadn’t of seen the blood I could’ve sworn he died of fright
And these are the things I see in my third sight
And I ponder them like a philosopher at night
So take a chance on that boy before you turn your back
And set him free from his cage before the bars snap
Playground Respect
We all know in high school avocado ain’t the name of the game anymore it’s more like
Becca hooked up with Danny, oh my god she’s such a whore!
Yeah girl, she ‘ding dong ditched’ with boyfriend’s front door
But I’m so sick of the smack-talk, don’t you girls get ever get bored?
I remember when I used to worry about doing my chores
Instead of freaking out about my ACT scores
But I can’t act like Cat in The Hat isn’t where I wanna be at
Water balloons as grenades and your baby doll’s shoes on your cats
Rain boots and raindrops and rainbow colored tic tacs
Here’s a word from our sponsors, hey, we’ll be right back
I wish I lived Down by the Banks of the hanky panky
Where the bullfrogs jump from bank to banky
Where I was the new girl, tall, blonde and lanky
And when I lent you a pen, I knew that you’d thank me
Cause beanie babies in my backpack meant more than cell phone service
Back then when each hour didn’t seem so worthless
Back when we traded lunches like businessmen trade stocks
Where all the lunch tables were as mixed up as my socks
When I would burst out laughing everytime Will and Carlton talked
When every tiny gesture had a gallon’s worth of thought
With an eep-ipe-ope-op
Ee-socka-dilly and go kerplop
Remember when it was cassette tapes instead of sex tapes
Play dates instead of date rape?
Now all I hear is how some girl’s ‘bout to get hit
I plug my eardrums and hum cause I don’t give a
S-s-s-Super Mario 64 about what you have to say
Now I’m Mariokart-ing on Rainbow Road, while you’re still stuck in the driveway
I 1UP all these Bowser peeps, who tell each other I’m not Princess Peach
I care more about your power ups than the shoes on your feet
Air Jordans and Nikes? Fight me on the playground for respect
Show me your Pokemon cards, and the candy necklaces on your neck
Cause you look wrecked when you’re reckless, so I delete you from my playlist
And we’ll play Down by the Banks until our tiny 1st grade hands quit
Becca hooked up with Danny, oh my god she’s such a whore!
Yeah girl, she ‘ding dong ditched’ with boyfriend’s front door
But I’m so sick of the smack-talk, don’t you girls get ever get bored?
I remember when I used to worry about doing my chores
Instead of freaking out about my ACT scores
But I can’t act like Cat in The Hat isn’t where I wanna be at
Water balloons as grenades and your baby doll’s shoes on your cats
Rain boots and raindrops and rainbow colored tic tacs
Here’s a word from our sponsors, hey, we’ll be right back
I wish I lived Down by the Banks of the hanky panky
Where the bullfrogs jump from bank to banky
Where I was the new girl, tall, blonde and lanky
And when I lent you a pen, I knew that you’d thank me
Cause beanie babies in my backpack meant more than cell phone service
Back then when each hour didn’t seem so worthless
Back when we traded lunches like businessmen trade stocks
Where all the lunch tables were as mixed up as my socks
When I would burst out laughing everytime Will and Carlton talked
When every tiny gesture had a gallon’s worth of thought
With an eep-ipe-ope-op
Ee-socka-dilly and go kerplop
Remember when it was cassette tapes instead of sex tapes
Play dates instead of date rape?
Now all I hear is how some girl’s ‘bout to get hit
I plug my eardrums and hum cause I don’t give a
S-s-s-Super Mario 64 about what you have to say
Now I’m Mariokart-ing on Rainbow Road, while you’re still stuck in the driveway
I 1UP all these Bowser peeps, who tell each other I’m not Princess Peach
I care more about your power ups than the shoes on your feet
Air Jordans and Nikes? Fight me on the playground for respect
Show me your Pokemon cards, and the candy necklaces on your neck
Cause you look wrecked when you’re reckless, so I delete you from my playlist
And we’ll play Down by the Banks until our tiny 1st grade hands quit
I Killed Cassandra
I think God is mad at me
Maybe it was because of all the time I spent
Not repenting
The time spent pretending
Living in Technicolor dream worlds of
Sacrilegious
Didn’t think it was a privilege to know you
Instead I thought you didn’t exist
But it was just a case of wrong place, wrong time
To put my faith on the front line
Cause this battlefield of bruises and split bodies
Is World War Me
Is World War R-A-P-E
And just seeing the word on paper makes me believe
That it this was God’s way of punishing me
Where is he?
Did he sit there on a leather chair and peered through the fairy floss clouds
To get a free showing of the cheapest horror film ever made
Hope he didn’t get Vertigo since I was so far below
Watching me become the new creation of a Psycho
My attacker was Eyes Without a Face with a crucifix on his neck
Leaving little imprints of the chain on his flesh
It funny how much I wanted to forget
But God prefer to watch me sweat
Every moment I look around and wonder if it’s him
Cause God let there be light, but made that basement so dim
I remember when my eating habits went from greedy to needy
Throwing up the black death out of me
No wonder I couldn’t hold food unless it was necessary
Its toxicity is so high off the charts they don’t have it in science books
But if the man upstairs created chemical warfare
Then this was a flick of the wrist
A cheap rabbit hat magic trick
What the hell did I do to make this all worth it?
Did I do something in a past life that made you sick?
Something that just started eatin’ at you and never quit?
Well I’m tired of being your guinea pig
And my sanity’s no experiment
You let a boy destroy one of your own children
Ripped apart the sash and golden crown you gave all of them
Stomped out the heavenly cloud surrounding them
I can’t believe this happens to someone every 2 minutes
It’s like you sucked out all the strength from them
Making women hate their bodies
And men hate their culture
Making ordinary people
Into monsters of torture
I can see all the pain you cause me
In red, blue, green on your TV screen
And I can see the future play out
But you decide to sew up my mouth
You knew there would be more after me!
Why would you make your green earth so bloody?
And allow the Congo horror to continue?
You could send a pestilence and plague upon those demons out your window
I am Cassandra, predicting the future when no one believes me
I am the relentless screeching heard from sea to shining sea
A greek goddess turned mortal while God’s eyes looked the other way
You can’t pretend the screaming is just the whistle of the wind
And all the throat clenching tears were just splashes from the riverbend
God, if I did something wrong just please let me know what it is!
Let us know what we did
Cassandra’s walking the plank at this point and the promise of Hades
Seems pomegranate sweet
Because the green sea of the Underworld with my brothers and sisters
Is better than walking the same earth that touches these monster’s feet
God, Jesus, Allah, Zeus, Oshun, Mama
Mama I am a pig in the slaughter
Say goodbye to your daughter and thank the men who did it
I’ll confirm it in ink, and call these broken victims martyrs
Because I will tattoo my attacker and God with the words
I killed Cassandra
Maybe it was because of all the time I spent
Not repenting
The time spent pretending
Living in Technicolor dream worlds of
Sacrilegious
Didn’t think it was a privilege to know you
Instead I thought you didn’t exist
But it was just a case of wrong place, wrong time
To put my faith on the front line
Cause this battlefield of bruises and split bodies
Is World War Me
Is World War R-A-P-E
And just seeing the word on paper makes me believe
That it this was God’s way of punishing me
Where is he?
Did he sit there on a leather chair and peered through the fairy floss clouds
To get a free showing of the cheapest horror film ever made
Hope he didn’t get Vertigo since I was so far below
Watching me become the new creation of a Psycho
My attacker was Eyes Without a Face with a crucifix on his neck
Leaving little imprints of the chain on his flesh
It funny how much I wanted to forget
But God prefer to watch me sweat
Every moment I look around and wonder if it’s him
Cause God let there be light, but made that basement so dim
I remember when my eating habits went from greedy to needy
Throwing up the black death out of me
No wonder I couldn’t hold food unless it was necessary
Its toxicity is so high off the charts they don’t have it in science books
But if the man upstairs created chemical warfare
Then this was a flick of the wrist
A cheap rabbit hat magic trick
What the hell did I do to make this all worth it?
Did I do something in a past life that made you sick?
Something that just started eatin’ at you and never quit?
Well I’m tired of being your guinea pig
And my sanity’s no experiment
You let a boy destroy one of your own children
Ripped apart the sash and golden crown you gave all of them
Stomped out the heavenly cloud surrounding them
I can’t believe this happens to someone every 2 minutes
It’s like you sucked out all the strength from them
Making women hate their bodies
And men hate their culture
Making ordinary people
Into monsters of torture
I can see all the pain you cause me
In red, blue, green on your TV screen
And I can see the future play out
But you decide to sew up my mouth
You knew there would be more after me!
Why would you make your green earth so bloody?
And allow the Congo horror to continue?
You could send a pestilence and plague upon those demons out your window
I am Cassandra, predicting the future when no one believes me
I am the relentless screeching heard from sea to shining sea
A greek goddess turned mortal while God’s eyes looked the other way
You can’t pretend the screaming is just the whistle of the wind
And all the throat clenching tears were just splashes from the riverbend
God, if I did something wrong just please let me know what it is!
Let us know what we did
Cassandra’s walking the plank at this point and the promise of Hades
Seems pomegranate sweet
Because the green sea of the Underworld with my brothers and sisters
Is better than walking the same earth that touches these monster’s feet
God, Jesus, Allah, Zeus, Oshun, Mama
Mama I am a pig in the slaughter
Say goodbye to your daughter and thank the men who did it
I’ll confirm it in ink, and call these broken victims martyrs
Because I will tattoo my attacker and God with the words
I killed Cassandra
