People

People plague me,
They plague my earth,
Rude and arrogant,
Loud and ignorant,
I have no place around these creatures, 
I am an alien around them,
I see not the point of their being,
Is there something I'm not seeing,
People worry for me,
They say I'm a freak,
Unhealthily anti-socially introverted,
Afraid my fears have been perverted,
Maybe their the odd one out,
Just like my heroes before me,
All the time my head is brewing,
Fucking wish I knew what I were doing,

People are only good for three things,
These things include and are limited to,
Sex, small talk, and small pox,
I get no sex!
Small pox and small talk,
Small pox and small talk,
Don't fuckin talk to me,
Small pox,
Small pox,
I'm already sick enough do I really need this,

Humans plague me,
They plague my earth,
Stupid and heartless,
Gullible and talentless,
They give power to anyone who calls shot art,
I can't believe what they call music,
In this "futuristic" world where I clearly don't belong,
A skipping CD is a fucking hit song,
Buying into propaganda more than ever,
They try be so different,
They all look like they came from the same cunt-cookie-cutter,
All this thought of the things around me is enough to make me shutter,
They are slow to comprehend and so they attack what they don't understand,
I am a permanent living target that they use to often,
I show sights of wear and tear but they pay no heed, 
No one pays attention to the scarecrows cries,
And no one bothers to extinguish the fire lighting his eyes,

People are only good for three things,
These things include and are limited to,
Sex, small talk, and small pox,
I get no sex!
Small pox and small talk,
Small pox and small talk,
Don't fuckin talk to me,
Small pox,
Small pox,
I'm already sick enough do I really need this,

People plague me, 
People plague my earth,
This particular plague has damaged me,
It has left scars where and beyond where mortal eyes see,
They have left me to die and to decompose fully conscious,
But not a soul has thought about the peril that is repercussion,
No one uses their mouth for good, not the way I do,
Why should I let them continue their games without rue,
I won't be today or tomorrow but the shit will hit the fan, 
You won't see it coming, or maybe you will but it will be to late to stop it,
We will see how smug they are and how rude they are,
We will see who laughs after its gone this far,
The one with a tongue that is who,
You don't use your tongue right so I will cut it out and see what you have to say,
I imagine not much but the noise of blood pooling to the floor,
I will watch you choke and at this moment sanity will return itself to my core,

I will realize my wrongs and will skip denial,
I will skip it all and I will kill my self,
My last thought will be how weird your favorite lyrics sound with a gun muffling and distorting your voice,