This is not a love song, far from it.
A frame was found far underground,
a wooden circle, earthen-bound.
Through perforations in its shell
shone rays 'tween Heaven and High Hell.
A gifted one I was,
red apples could have been,
fool's gold I have become.
Shine on all but me, ye Sun.
Opulence, sweet opulence,
a treasure trove of confidence,
a wealth of lack of guilt,
a psychogenic climax thrilled.
Thirteen blows I took,
bittersweet, familiar hooks;
to null and void begone.
Let their evil breed our son.
Thrice-cursed the life I led,
Y’all fucked me, fucked me dead,
Carved engrams in my bed,
Lust for slaughter, rape and dread.
A thousand days of "NO!"
Sleepless nights of woe.
“Endure, and in it grow...”
Fuck rhymes. Fuck you. Fuck this song.
A thousand blows! A thousand sores!
Devil’s laughter! Circling whores!
"Morning blood!", they shouted all,
and nobody would catch my fall.
The Bear watched on! He saw me crawl!
They stopped when I too stopped to moan!
Grabbed my dick, pulled up from below,
and tomorrow he would watch some more.
Next day! Still sore! Da capo! Once more!
Add some ass-rape on classroom floors!
That was my lot in life for sure,
I sure as hell knew nought but war.
In my dreams, still evil calls!
Bloody cunts split open!
Venomous vitriol waterfalls!
I fucking hate you, fuck you all!
FUCK IT — I know who you are!
FUCK ME — Y'all know who you are!
FUCK OFF — Wherever you are!
FUCK YOU — I fuck dead y'all!
FUCK YOU — Fuck who you are!
FUCK YOU — Yeah, fuck you all!
FUCK YOU! FUCK ME! FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU! FUCK ME! FUCK YOU ALL!