First Off

So you want to be evil?

What can I say? My life is in disarray.
I haven't got anything going for me, going my way.
I need to find some release, so I keep telling myself,
That I'll find a way to pull my true life down off the shelf
When in all reality the shelf is twenty feet high,
And I'm still just six foot five.
So I wane never waxing
Fading into this hole,
Fucking overtasking
Taxed to the limit, pulled taught
I'll break before I bend and look
At all the havoc I've wrought
Never stopping to think,
Even for just a second,
That this is my life that I've chosen to rot.
And when I'm finally done,
The final chorus wrote and sung,
Is when I'll finally realize what should have been done.
So if you can't come tell me
What I can't already see
Then do me a damn big favor
And stay the fuck away from me.

Out.

posted by Ian Quinn  : 8/25/2000 12:36:00 AM