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Human Theory
Human Theory
I’m living in a horror filled dream,
where fear strikes against me though a well-planned scheme.
My headlights are turned down to a low-beam,
and a banshee’s scream is a common theme.
My eyes glow in pain to a new extreme.
The carnage inside cannot be seen.
I’m covered in sores that can’t be cured with a cream.
It’s the same hell regardless of the regime.
I crave a woman who doesn’t leave me with a disease.
I want to eat her outside in the breeze.
Maybe then my fear will ease.
Who am I kidding, I’m a no-good sleaze.
I hide in my room and try not to sneeze,
because if I do, it awakens the fear in me,
and every day it unleashes its assault to a new degree.
I sure have tumbled since discovering the key.
I lock myself away with my only friend, the blade.
Cut open my skin until the light begins to fade,
stop suddenly so my death is delayed.
Then much to your dismay,
I unload my fears through a massive tirade!
No, my words are not a charade!
I just want to feel loved and stop the decay.
My soul has been destroyed by an endless crusade.
I’m feeling the effects from the menacing blockade.
I could really use some foreign aid.
Better yet, a cheerful fucking parade!
A pen is my friend and my worst fucking enemy.
Too some I repeat the same shit endlessly.
I suffer from a disease that affects me mentally.
A single pen is my entire weaponry.
Maybe one day I will reach ascendency,
and view my life a little more sensibly.
Until then, the pen is my legacy.
Isn’t that just heavenly?
Am I the only one who feels this ugly?
Or do you also feel that inside you’re being feasted on like a buffet?
I would love to be given a beautiful bouquet,
but shit like that will never see the light of day.
I have a theory that one day I would like to test.
It’s messed up if you haven’t guessed.
I believe mankind has failed to progress.
That deep down we all suppress,
urges and desires we all want to explore,
but won’t due to fear of arrest.
Here’s to exploration of the dark side of the human species!
Follow me if you dare, this won’t be fucking easy.
I’m living in a horror filled dream,
where fear strikes against me though a well-planned scheme.
My headlights are turned down to a low-beam,
and a banshee’s scream is a common theme.
My eyes glow in pain to a new extreme.
The carnage inside cannot be seen.
I’m covered in sores that can’t be cured with a cream.
It’s the same hell regardless of the regime.
I crave a woman who doesn’t leave me with a disease.
I want to eat her outside in the breeze.
Maybe then my fear will ease.
Who am I kidding, I’m a no-good sleaze.
I hide in my room and try not to sneeze,
because if I do, it awakens the fear in me,
and every day it unleashes its assault to a new degree.
I sure have tumbled since discovering the key.
I lock myself away with my only friend, the blade.
Cut open my skin until the light begins to fade,
stop suddenly so my death is delayed.
Then much to your dismay,
I unload my fears through a massive tirade!
No, my words are not a charade!
I just want to feel loved and stop the decay.
My soul has been destroyed by an endless crusade.
I’m feeling the effects from the menacing blockade.
I could really use some foreign aid.
Better yet, a cheerful fucking parade!
A pen is my friend and my worst fucking enemy.
Too some I repeat the same shit endlessly.
I suffer from a disease that affects me mentally.
A single pen is my entire weaponry.
Maybe one day I will reach ascendency,
and view my life a little more sensibly.
Until then, the pen is my legacy.
Isn’t that just heavenly?
Am I the only one who feels this ugly?
Or do you also feel that inside you’re being feasted on like a buffet?
I would love to be given a beautiful bouquet,
but shit like that will never see the light of day.
I have a theory that one day I would like to test.
It’s messed up if you haven’t guessed.
I believe mankind has failed to progress.
That deep down we all suppress,
urges and desires we all want to explore,
but won’t due to fear of arrest.
Here’s to exploration of the dark side of the human species!
Follow me if you dare, this won’t be fucking easy.
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