I sit and wait Nothiní to it Choice is my sin Hard to live with but Without, I cry to think Where I wouldn't be. Not to be selfish but Hating the rejoicing evils Birthed from marvellous womb, Contriving to see through blood soaked eyes, Watching lovers wither and embrace I eat my sin so angels bestow Godís grace of more room.
Fuck off! Context is for those hiding lost happenings I pray in the eyes of God he favours me More than what I see And those who watch me see my glory Second only to death.
Substance for the ill equipped Contrived from rabbits holding hand grenades Oh, it is too late. All hard boiled ready for requests None of them wanting to watch the other Just me waiting, whistling encores of retribution.
The slow and meek survive to inherit Having the cruellest of plans Sending strong God given rights to die For them, a blind hate never ceases A comedy act ever growing to have no flowers. † †