Bullshit!
Not one ounce of true
No feeling of rage
Or depression ensues
Your a bunch of squat
And your lies tell you
Do wish upon that star
Soon my friend
You'll belly the bar
You just thought
Chaos was you
Interesting times
You'll get to chew
Most won't survive
They have no way
They weren't taught
How to survive this kind of day
Here's my kiss to you
The smell of your fart
Given back to you