the fire in your heart is out

here where the dust never settles
and the fools dig for buried gold
all is fair in hate and loathing
all the humans resemble rats
and they cut each others throats with invisible knives
they'll turn there backs on a dime
safe inside their bubble of fair weather friends
i know madness like the back of my hand
and loneliness is a better friend than any man
but i will not suffer fools
and i refuse to make excuses on the off chance
that i might actually connect
the years have not been kind
and i have never met a soul
that i could really stand
i am bound by roots to this part of the ground
with dreams in my head of escape
not to get away from them
but as a courtesy, to get me away from them
before i string up every last one of them
and watch the life drain from their eyes
you all may have grown accustomed to being the person you think you are
and being loud and proud about it
but you grow too comfortable in your surroundings
thinking that the pain isn't coming if it hasn't yet
you've grown cocky in your life
letting your guard down a bit too much
all the while running your mouth even more
the difference is
i am always prepared for what is coming to me
you will never see me coming
before you are crying and begging
afraid that you may not actually walk away from this one
this is where the line is drawn
this is where your favor ends
and i will beat you within an inch of your life
as the only lesson that will ever be important in your life
watch who you flap your lips at
you may not know who you are dealing with
and not everyone will just leave it at s**t talking
some will just do it for the fun of it
to watch the regret, like moving cogs
knowing just how much you fucked up
let a little too loose around the fire
and someone kicked you in from behind