Slapstick

You struggle with words. I don't.

But you can bet that when you struggle to control

yourself

I'll make the choices you won't. Myself, I'm only having

trouble taking them to decide

If what I'm about to say is right - a closed fist is a

powerful thing

You'd hit the ground.

You'd run for cover if you know what I mean

When I say a closed fist is a powerful thing

So fuck you.

'Cause I can't stand it and I won't tolerate another

false line of the standard fucking shit you say

I can't believe it that they would celebrate in the face

of another empty line about pain

Your tombstone reads the lies that your body couldn't

sell while you were alive.