A Chip in the Dragon's Scales.

Lost in translation.
A hundred steps followed by a million
and one ways it could all go wrong.
You call me crazy one more time
I’m gonna rip your fuckin’ tongue right out of your head.
Now patterns of a guilty conscience
Weigh down words that I’d love
to spit onto the pavement,
for anyone walking by to step right on.
Partial members of empty apartments
can never ever leave,
so why do they get to run around here?
If it’s safer here, then you’re wasting
your time by ruining mine.
Life lessons have never been granted to me,
I’m just making everything up as my life runs past.
Fuck you and everything you’ve ever had.
Whatever doesn’t kill me is going to die.
No more goodbyes.
No more surprise.
You’ll agree with me.
You’re better off not breathing.