How you destroy me
And everywhere I’m walking like a cyclone
But don’t mind me
How’s it fair, I’m a magnet for psychos
And pretty riddles keen on me
You can lightly sling
Into my open heavy loving heart
First touch and kissy kissy

Slash-back razor days
The boys not to behave
Oh they’re like hoodlums

Sick of themselves
And sick of their slums
Give everybody a gun
And put it on the television

That’s Reality TV, I’d pay to see
Not lobotomized celebrities who wanna be
Wanna be the …
Wow, money’s the church, fame is the steeple
Everyone on the telly indoctrinate the people
Now I say though…

What you try to do to me?

~ by strychnine on August 1, 2006.