Miserable Cunts  (NoPoo 69)

Bitches among the shadows
Talking in whispers
Such a lonely occupation
Weird games played out
By nobody full of self importance

Wouldn't want
To be like them

Drawn into
The wasteland of their minds
Where sporadic thought
Is a rare event
Complicating their life

Smell
The desperation

Rancid stagnant intelligence
Projecting little phobias
A divisive lifeform
Thinking sarcasm is fun
Fuckung creeps

Ignorance
What a great excuse

Hateful mutants
That believe their own hype
Use words as weapons
To hide inadequacies.
In their world

Truth be told
Sad little creatures
Magnifying fears
Miserable cunts
One and all