Tomorrow's hearts have been broken for years
Yesterday's brains have gone all soft and goopy
Around and around, these fucking incessant gears
Can you blame me for being a bit... heh, loopy?
So, just how many shoes would you wear for a mile?
And would you run if the roles were reversed?
A soul dragging soles through serpentine bile
Which do ya think would disintegrate first?
I watch you parade without an ounce of remorse
While your spurs strip the skin from my back
You're the poster child of beating a dead horse
Running me ragged around the racetrack
@NikoDere Get this atrocity out of my sight, you evil freak. Get this away from me. Who do you think you are? I’m the one that’s supposed to be a psycho, yet here you are making THIS?
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Oh please, second fiddle? I’m the composer
See, Ol’ Daddy Prescott’s just a poser
He might huff and puff, a stray dog gone mad
But he’s not the one I’d call Big Bad
Yes, he played his part, he bore his cross
And now you’ve reached the final boss