Diseased from Rehabilitation by FiveSidedDice
Tracklist
8. | Diseased | 3:13 |
Lyrics
God bless the meals
that I have received
as you cut off the hands
of the souls that you feed.
May the land fill with graves
As our blood fills the sea,
Am I insane
Or is sane within me?
Who is sane, you may ask?
Well, not me, obvious,
But he’s got a big cock
And its stuck up my arse,
And the rape it ensues,
As it ravages through,
My innards are split,
Got my shit on his dick,
And it’s lubed up with spit,
I just need one more hit,
I vomit, I’m sick,
I’m a live horror flick,
A domestic terrorist,
I’m Gutting your chick.
The walls closing in on me,
My eyes deceiving me,
Strangle myself to sleep,
Wake up and then repeat.
The walls closing in on me,
My eyes deceiving me,
Strangle myself to sleep,
Wake up and then repeat,
Am I insane
Or is sane within me?
The roots of my pains
Is not what they expect,
Consequence of empathy
And not of neglect
Coz the pain and the weight
Of the world on my heart
Tears the fragments and pieces
Of my brain and soul apart.
Spit and shit from the peeps
Left to rot in my brain cells,
Left to infect the rest
Of the ones that are told
That you can be the normal,
Generic bitch ass motherfucker
That only drink social
to chill and then smoke some grass but you cant.
Diseased and infected;
Allergic.
Its not change of season,
Your bliss is bulimic
So vomit
after the consumption you chose
or just follow that new path,
just fuck off and go.
Its gonna be a new road that you’re taking
But chill.
You got this, spill guts, take no shit and be ready
To kill.
Pure power, no mercy, may anger be energy
Still.
Higher power, my brothers and sisters;
Free will.
Succumbed to desperation,
Beat to shit by our own frustration.
Now we’re force fed this old religion,
None of this ever worked before.
These inner conflicts and altercations,
We’re a Prozac Ritalin
Degeneration.
This is way too much to take in,
We know we’re all
Feeling like we’re destined
For better lives.