I want to live like I run,
Not to stop as I sleep,
I want to kill as I bleed,
Not to die as I think,
My life is a mess,
But I prefer this,
Than follow rules that make no sense,
And die the slave of narcissistic perverts,
That prefer to destroy the society in the name of profits,
Than build a durable system.
Nothing beats a bloody bathroom,
With just a little music to open their throats,
With that for lies there is no room,
And that is my enjoyment.