And how about some fucking heart
The tears that must create the art
This is no fucking fairytale
So fuck you - you have no idea
The bitterness and strive
Fighting till your teeth come out
You never had to live with doubt
Whereīs my mommy.. Whereīs my mommy
Well - there is hell - and unprotected be
The children of your speechless masquerade
Hell.. fuck it all and your charade
Iīm self-made.. lick my fucking ass
Never seen a crime I guess
Not in your whitebread HOLY fucking world
You donīt know shit ībout fighting enemy
And you canīt even write a song -* Yo.. sing it back to me.
Itīs the end of your parade
Iīm sorry Iīm the one to shit on it
But I know shit.. I know shit..
But also - hands of God - the whispers of some sheer delight
They usually stay out of sight
Donīt have the guts to scream out loud
Well fuck me hard - theyīre gonna shout their heartache out
In Poetry - unfamiliar but soooo good
So back-off, like a real man should
You are but garbage to the soul right now
If anyone deserves a crown..
Iīll find it for them - someway - and some fucking how.
I AM ALIVE - AND OH SO NEAR