Sunday, August 23, 2009

Untouchable - 2/7/03

The power is in my hand, shaped like a fist.
This will be the closest you get to a kiss.
Pain is a temporary and all in your head.
Maybe you would feel mine if you were dead.
World versus me, I'm clearly outnumbered.
Nuclear dreams make for a peaceful slumber.
In my dreams you were hung from the tree,
Full of everyone who lives for conformity.
Who am I to have the power to kill you?
But you deserve this unlike Hitler's Jews.
Don't worry I can't kill, I love the pain.
There's nothing like living a life of shame.
This bleeding face hides under a layer of hair.
No one left to listen to what I have to share.
I'm not that different, just a neurotic cynic.
And you've stretched my sanity to the limits.
No mind to be raped,
No soul here to hate,
No heart left to break,
No love since age eight,
I learned to see how this life is so lame.
So lobsided sometimes, I hate this game.
I am not God, I am just another mistake.
But I'm not a terrorist for fuck's sake.
Threaten my family, question my identity.
Here is one thing you will soon see.
I don't care if no one is on my side.
Due to your displeasure, I WILL NEVER DIE!

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