Numbing remorses

You spend all your time in bars
Down my street
Selling arguments to every stranger
 
You want to have the last word
Have the last say...
Your quick to buy a lonely girl
a drink
Tag her with a sick joke
 
I look inside your brew  
There is a hate  
Oh the twisted words
You will create
 
Tornadoes of slurs
You rap them out for me  
Like your in some kind of game show
Got to win evil points
For the demons?
 
I wonder does your consciousness work anymore?