A mind filled with venomand a mouthful of shit
your empty life makes you resent
anyone who deviates a bit
from your present ideas
of how their lives should be
your jealous spiteful envy is obvious to see
Your spiteful barbs betray
the envy you must feel
of anyone who's truly alive
who's existence is for real
All the shit you talk
will come back to you you'll see
it's your own fault your life's a wreck
don't take it out on me
you won't drag me down
your self pity's all your own
live your empty punk rock fantasy
leave me the fuck alone
If all the effort spent
to make others look like shit
was directed at your own life
you's make something of it
