face meet glass

violent anger

kill yourself
the rest falls into place
so much good stuff on down the pipeline
right behind you
and your blackened filth
remove you like the tumor you are
cut at the flesh
and sever the nerves
cause pain is gain
and removing dead flesh feels like weight off my shoulders

you need a look in the mirror
you need your face pushed through the glass
you need a hole in your head
i'll try my best not to laugh
but bleeding you out
is the funniest thing i can imagine

you're a failure
you're a malignant disease
you are lingering illness
a pock mark on the face of this world
and we're trying so hard
to find some beauty in all this
and then theres people like you

what do i have to do
to get rid of you
you are a reoccurring obstacle
always in my way
and i am sick of looking at your ugly face
get the f**k out of my way

you have no idea
how deep the well goes
when i go down there
i'll bring back all your nightmares
i'll carve you down
till you're a whimpering child
and I'm the monster in the closet
the thing hiding under your bed
you will never sleep again