Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
If I do it, will that make me cool?
“I wish you were much better,”
Unto me you spoke with truth.
You urge me like a stranger,
Are you a saint, or just uncouth?
With eyeballs casting curses,
Another body in the ground.
Manipulation sears the flesh,
I can't show you what I found.
I believe you led me to this hell
To teach what you can't speak.
Buy I can't hear you well right now,
My ears are f(u)(c)king weak.
I wish I could become like you,
So weak and so profound.
I'm just another hybrid queer.
I seldom make a sound.
Never can I give to you,
My heart, it's on a chain.
I wish you would just go away,
For love is just so plain.
February 1, 2008
Suge
Unto me you spoke with truth.
You urge me like a stranger,
Are you a saint, or just uncouth?
With eyeballs casting curses,
Another body in the ground.
Manipulation sears the flesh,
I can't show you what I found.
I believe you led me to this hell
To teach what you can't speak.
Buy I can't hear you well right now,
My ears are f(u)(c)king weak.
I wish I could become like you,
So weak and so profound.
I'm just another hybrid queer.
I seldom make a sound.
Never can I give to you,
My heart, it's on a chain.
I wish you would just go away,
For love is just so plain.
February 1, 2008
Suge
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If I do it, will that make me cool?
If I do it, will that make me cool?