On some retarded shit..
I'm alone, am I supposed to be sad?/
I'm a sociopath!/
Shit, I couldn't get close to you or emotionally attached/
even if I'd been visited by ghosts from the past,/
future, and present! I've chosen my path/
It's why I'm toastin' a glass/
to a room full o' cardboard cutouts and puppets made from paper grocery bags/
I was always the type that's been so candid/
panicked and pissed at this whole planet, wrists both bandaged/
kept to myself and was easily confused for a schizophrenic,/
a manic, I dance with the devil cuz I find the bitch romantic/
put down your fists, I've got a pistol planted/
and I'm ready to cause some visceral damage/
get me six more Xanax or Imma get so frantic/
you'll regret that you ever took your kids for granted/
shit, a digital camera's visuals couldn't catch this vigilante!!/
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