Its Pay Day Bitch

Once upon a time when I was only six
My older brother was very very sick
Not sick like the flu, but sick in the head
He was born a very very sick fucking inbred



What he did to me, he will pay for that
HE WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT
He lied about my father, lied about everything
He lied to my mother, said he did nothing
HE WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT



I kept the memory supressed
Until I got depressed
I could no longer be oppressed
By this sick fucking memory



I cant confront it, I cant do it alone
I cant do fucking anything
This house is just not a home
The anxiety is choking me
The memory is killing me
These people wont stop
THIS STRESS WILL NEVER END
Who can I call a friend?



Who can I trust?
Who can I tell?
Who can help me
Out of this hell



No one, not one
Not one out of a million
ON THIS WHOLE FUCKING PLANET
THATS POPULATED BY BILLIONS



Life has a knife
And is trying to stab me
God is faceless
And he's tryin to damn me
I have no one
Not even my family



Everythings fucked up
Everyones a fuck up
I am so messed up
DONT TELL ME TO SHUT UP
Because you will fucking pay for that

You will fucking pay for that