Looking at a blank screen
Feeling like I might be mean
Saying nasty blackened things
Edges like my diamond rings

Screaming at the world insane
Trying to gouge out cherished pain
By tearing at their sacred walls
Kicking at their sweaty balls

I hate the twisted,
fucked up way
We slash each
other day by day

Looking at this empty slate
Fucking with my sorry state
Screw you all, and your horse too
your bastard clique or wrecking crew

I wanna grow, do something fine
Destroy your motherfucking grind

—Barnabus