Shove cash into the mouth of the blood thirsty gator Go to West Germany on tour tear up the half pipe The shutters of the camera flicker just for you. Look at him go. Go to a party Show us how bold you are now. Take a drunken leap from the balcony. Get impaled through the wrists and face on a spiked fence below. A man named Augie is your own personal Jesus now. Says it’s your turn to repent. Evangelical nonsense Is all that anyone heard from you anymore. Prescribed clinical and regurgitated to ad nauseam The sentiment is only shared by you and your weak degenerate ilk. Young man, what do you have to hide? He shows No remorse on the stand Just more rationalizations and a paper thin veneer of pseudo guilt and enlightenment. No sympathy for the bereaved parents. Do you think you’ve been forgiven so easily? She said she’s through with you. The money, sex and dope was her one true love Break and enter. And take back what you’ve sunk into this hallow celebrity courtship. While you don’t realize Jesus is in the other room He’s not your secret best friend He’s not your partner in crime. Jesus isn’t your comrade. He says what happens next was all your idea. You see, what you’ve set out to destroy represents your failures. She was only 22 years old. Sensual, smart and fun Something a has been like you could never obtain. Her name didn’t happen to be McClain. Instead of taking your own life like you should’ve you just Subject her to several hours of degradation rape and despair then finally finish her off. Wrap her body in plastic and dump her in the desert. A meteoric rise to fame ends in a pathetic sick tragedy that didn’t need to transpire. Self serving Wicked Disgusting Vile Evil No living good god would create an animal such as yourself! And that’s your fucking legacy!

Fuck You Lee!

I want you to hurt me like I can’t feel I need a justification for this blinding rage. All of the shit left in my back yard hasn’t been fertile. Like I thought it would Therefore Nothing can grow The gnats maggots and vermin like you are all that is surrounding me. Someone better phone the department of lost causes They’ve been looking for you You may never ask me for a reason why. But you operate under an assumption of my character. If there’s static in the air it’s entirely because of you. We want to see you hang. I want to watch you bleed out until you’re an exhausted husk just like you made those around you. I want to hurt you like I can’t feel. I want to send you straight to fucking hell. You’re a vision ripped straight from Wes Craven’s Fever Dreams. Why are you here? Is this all you have in your sad fucking life? Why am I here forced to deal with it? Why are you talking to me? When will you learn to shut your mouth? When will I learn not to let you in? When will you learn? I want to hurt you like I can’t feel. I want to show you the monster dwelling inside of me. Not so deep down inside of me. We want to see you hang. I want to watch you bleed out until you’re an exhausted husk just like you made those around you. I want to hurt you like I can’t feel. I want to send you straight to fucking hell. You’re a vision ripped straight from Wes Craven’s Fever Dreams. I want to hurt you like I can’t feel. I want to show you the monster dwelling inside of me. Not so deep down inside of me.

I’m a vacant motel out in the middle of the desert I’m laying in wait for anyone to notice me All rooms open Arms stretched wide out into the cosmos Screaming for any signs of life that may be listening May be watching I hear nothing back And then I realize almost in an instant That there is nothing left to say. Thus there is nothing left for me. Nothing left but alcohol and strife Nothing left but drugs and a sense that I’m constantly peering into the abyss Nothing left for me Nothing left for you No amount of useless objects or pointless tasks can satisfy my ravenous hunger What adventure should I go on today? Does it really matter? No man To me it’s just another day that ends in Y. To me it’s all just a big fucking joke with no punchline No end in sight. Spit into the wind And piss in the face of the stark ugly world around you Maybe if you’re lucky you can shatter the absurd façade of the day to day minutia Of your humdrum life And find a reason to be. But without this crushing disappointment everything would just be too boring for you. So what’s left to do now? Without misery you have no reason to walk around. So what can you do? The point is beyond moot. You’re running out of time You’re running out of steam You’re running out of excuses You’re running out of drunken nights Your antics are wearing thin You’re wasting your life. You’re being lead from one place to the next like a dog on a short leash You’re nothing more than a meager little insect in life’s master design acting solely on impulse and instinct. And you have no fucking clue what else to do. No idea of where to go from here. I don’t believe that you realize what you’ve done I know for a fact that you don’t care And that’s the absolute worst of it Should I live my entire life to see yours crumble? Or can I put the bottle down? Can I even smile without a substance coursing through my veins? What the hell am I asking you for? After all. You’re the reason I’m standing here naked, alone and afraid in the first place. My shaking arms are grasping the porcelain tight. And all I can do is regurgitate your name for the umpteenth time this week. You think I’ve weaponized the poor me attitude that’s so prominent in this workaday world I’m a victim purely because it will allow me to stab you in the back Totally unchecked and unquestioned They’ll never question a victim But if my litany of excuses doesn’t impress you anymore I got a million other for you And each and everyone has been programmed into my head by you and only you alone. You did this and now that you’ve washed your hands clean of me I’m the one stuck with this grief. Myself and no one else And you won’t even lose a wink of sleep over this old nasty business. It’s my problem now. And that is entirely on me. You’re just glad you found someone else to carry it for you is all. (edited) I’m a vacant motel Willing and ready for your demons to occupy the rooms. I am a receptacle for all of your shit I am what you use when you have nowhere else to place your hatred and disgust My arms are spread open straight out into the cosmos They extend to Ad Infinitum Just looking for someone to reach out and touch my hands. The ones who do are often the worst of their kind. The goblins always have a Quid Pro Quo And every single time they feast on me until I’m all hallowed out A baron and lowly husk Screaming into the void For any forms of life who might be listening. Screaming for someone Something To help me

I'm the grievance collector. I know how to disarm you. I have come so you better pay me your debt now. I'll twist your words until they sound like gibberish. Alleged witness Alleged alibi. I'm the one who lights the lamps and then puts them out. They don't know any better And that's too bad for you. Too bad for you. And I never feel sorry for a cover up over a few half lies over minor idiosyncrasies. They never liked you I am the one on directing this picture. You said you needed a friend. And I welcome you to some tea and sympathy. You know I'm always here to listen to you. I hold a gauntlet over my chest and I bleed just for you. You're only turning my cold blood into Iron. I'm assembling the barbs to throw in your face. Store them away at my earliest convenience. You've been a nice court jester. What a help you were. I got exactly what I wanted. Now I'll put you back under my thumb. Thanks for playing. See you again next time. Someday there might be hell for me to pay. But I wouldn't be doing so well by that point anyways. So who really fucking cares? You never got me as bad I got you. So really who fucking cares? I never got you as bad as you caught me. So who the hell cares? Not me. Not me. Not me.

I've lost the ability to care And we're all going down. I've been charred to a perfect crisp Inside and out. I feel nothing Nothing but rage and a deep desire to burn this town down to the ground. Before I bite down on this capsule And take myself out of the grand scheme of things. God knows you've tried To help me. It's not you. It's the fact that I can't get out of my own fucking way. I feel drunk perpetually nauseous Wasted or high Cold to the touch Numb sober and medicated nothing ever seems to help. I would tell you why But I am too shell-shocked. My mind has been raped senseless And I have no words left in my head to Articulate what hell this is. God knows you've tried To help me. It's not you. It's the fact that I can't get out of my own fucking way. Grab me by the ears Scream at me until your throat is shredded to bits. You're not the first But I'll try my best to take in as much I possibly can. Are any of you happy now? Are you? Well are you fucking happy? No sorry it's not you. No it's totally you. Totally me. Who cares anymore? It doesn't make sense any old way you slice it. I've lost the ability to care Lost the ability to smile Ability to be sincere I'll hole off in here It's for the benefit of us all. I want to be detached don't you see? Why are you holding onto me? I watch time smash cut into Absolutely fucking nothing. I watch you age And I wish I could beat you to the finish line. It won't ever happen I'm here whether I like it or not I'm a bad actor I'm sorry I just want out But what happens to the ones in the audience that I love If I skip the bullshit encore And take my bow? Are you happy now motherfucker? God knows you've tried To help me. It's not you. It's the fact that I can't get out of my own fucking way.

I'm hiding from what you will never accept I am defying you to look away I am screaming into the ears of the universe I am screaming into the megaphone of the bastard demon deep inside of me. Hoping you'll be in touch with us Before it gets much later Much later Later.

The Revolving doors of domestic hell Are forever in motion. The antagonist changes shape and form. But the sadistic intentions remain the same. Book a flight to the northeastern most region Hide underneath the northern lights. Or run a 4k Marathon to the edge of the earth. No matter where you go these people always fucking seem to find you. You’re in the business of Histrionics I’m an unwilling salesman pushing the product you burdened me with. I don’t want it. I’m stuck with it whether I like it or not. And you’re just happy you have someone to suffer alongside you is all. I seem small when I’m pushed in the corner You’re a towering lurch-esque figure looming over me. But you fail to recognize That my shadow is creeping up behind you Standing 20 stories tall. Knife in hand ready to plunge it into the back of your thick skull. If the occasion should present itself. “You’re not going down alone. You’re not going down without a fight.” Says the queasy sickly determined yet oddly paradoxically world weary antihero to the snarling antichrist clown sweating and bleeding out trailer park speed on his couch. It’s a little bit past midnight And you’re still fucking screaming Call the cops and they can’t do a thing about it. Someone better Grab the Jerry Can and a book of matches. Now it’s your turn to stand on the pyre. I’ll drive away laughing while you descend back to the vile depths from which you’ve came. Hit the glass dick and accost me some more Blow your brains out with amphetamine. It doesn’t even fucking matter. Both of us are leaving only one on of us aspires to find somewhere better. It doesn’t mean a goddamn thing to anyone especially not me. I hope you enjoy staying here living in filth and squalor. I hope the rats eat you alive. They are your only friends. A car collides with a wall He feels hopeful for the first time. Only to see everything keep crashing down. 3 am rolls around and I can’t sleep The Bottom Rung is also the loudest. Dealing in Self Sabotage is my default. Take me away for the next line I don’t fucking care I have half a mind to shoot that pedophile motherfucker in the face. I put everything on hold because God Forbid I lose all of this. Fucking die already. I’ll be at the gates of hell Holding it open Just for you. You fucking punk!

Want to see a man Die in front if your very eyes? He's wandering lost in the streets. After all He is your least fortunate son. The walls were closing in around him. But rest assure he found his cure. And he can sleep tonight. The man selling snake oil The man who can tell you where to start gives me a hint. "Look Motherfucker! I'm fresh out right now. But I know a friend who can hook you up." All you have to do is go southwest and down. (4x) I think about you. I'm starting to break out in a cold sweat. You're in the kitchen feeding the needle. I can hear it screaming my praises. Oh God, it just hit me. The story is always the same and fever dreams are not just a passing phase. The man selling snake oil The man who can tell you where to start gives me a hint. "Look Motherfucker! I'm fresh out right now. But I know a friend who can hook you up." I can hook you up! All you have to do is go southwest and down. (4x) And then I'll be out cold somewhere out on Southwest Lovejoy. Laying in the streets clutching your photo in my right hand. The man selling snake oil The man who can tell you where to start gives me a hint. "Look Motherfucker! I'm fresh out right now. But I know a friend who can hook you up." And if she comes to you If she's wondering why I haven't come home. Please remember to mind your Ps and Qs. You tell her four little words. Go Southwest and down. (3x) I'm coming home. Home alone. (5x) Home alone.

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