Passacaglia

You fucked me over royally,
akin to spitting in my eye.
Over and over capriciously,
respect for me you denied.

Akin to spitting in my eye
is you repeating these immature actions.
Respect for me you denied
simply to fulifill your passions.

Is you repeating these immature actions
a plea for help you can't express?
Simply to fulfill your passions-
that's all you wanted, and now you're in distress.

A plea for help you can't express
was the very first thing I began to see.
That's all you wanted, and now you're in distress,
provoking no pity from me.

It was the very first thing I began to see,
along with my flaring anger for you.
Provoking no pity from me-
that's one of the things that you can do.

Along with my flaring anger for you
comes the unleashing of my inner psycho.
That's one of the things that you can do,
but this time you have nowhere to go.

Here comes the unleashing of my inner psycho
in the form of two prison men.
This time you have nowhere to go
but into these brutes' den.

In the form of two prison men
is your ultimate punishment:
Into these brutes' den
where you will be plunged into anguish and torment.

This is your ultimate punishment-
sodomy, rape, and dissection of your colon.
Where you will be plunged into anguish and torment
lingering in your inner sin.

Sodomy, rape, and dissection of your colon-
that's what you get for abusing my trust.
Lingering in your inner sin
will be the ultimate price for your wandering lust.

That's what you get for abusing my trust.
A cute little virus consuming your life.
It will be the ultimate price for your wandering lust.
I give you what you gave me: eternal strife.

A cute little virus consuming your life.
It bears a one syllable, four letter name.
I give you what you gave me: eternal strife.
I want your life to never be the same.

It bears a one syllable, four letter name.
Fuck it, and fuck you is all I have to say.
I want your life to never be the same.
In fact, I want it all to fall away.

Fuck it, and fuck you is all I have to say.
We are in a cycle of unending pain.
In fact, I want it all to fall away.
In this routine, we have nothing to gain.

We are in a cycle of pain;
over and over capriciously
in this routine, we have nothing to gain.
You fucked me over royally.