I predict the future downfall on fingers used on a purpose tarnished
Be sure to bite your nails in high esteem amongst the guilty varnish
I can’t reach that star’s dish, thrown at the throne I make a hasty wish
Stutter promises over a voice I can’t relate to the delays of my past
I’ll last beyond the boundaries of a body’s volume
There’s no one left in my class
So I lie on the street and watch people pass
The guilt isn’t there but it’s spoken through broken homes
A token grows with a statuette of the female form; she may warm the fashion close to the skin
Far from the win, I may have just extended my list of sin
In the mood for the prude looking at the screen with too much fervour
I don’t think a habit can be good to keep me going much further
She might be young but I still hurt her
That skirt has a life expectancy equal to mine
You cut down the tree, I run up the vine
I screamed through the head I’ve been laboured on soft shoulders
Soon to break through the fake ID’s you threw at me
You grew at me
Pushing roots through a fool-to-be
I hope the legal cases hold water tighter than laundry baskets contents
I hold the hand to waists and wasted times for the wage stuck on cents
Stuck in tents on your street corner
They stayed down for a long time, longer than I ever guessed
If I couldn’t be the worst, then I had to be the best
I had to reject the rest
I had to eject the test from players faulty through multicoloured signs
Showering me with wine to drug the heart from crime
But the biggest offence is still committed
And the biggest mistake is still omitted
From the press gone to print on a news stand from a fool’s hand
Drop below the waistline, no obscenities for jokers
While the roosters look down, the pistols return to their poker
Voting for the shot of distance with persistence to end the tears
Pretend to hear all you want your next sperm to know
Where will their turns go?
I’m sure they’ll learn slow that you made them without a purpose’s decree
At least the beasts you become can calm down if we agree
Not much to take from such high stakes, buying cakes from the wrong dealers
Lying down on chairs of the wrong healers
Confused in abused minds, I don’t remember my name
A title held close for a great save, but I still feel ashamed