read your palm in a bowl of spit   It's not looking good   Spirits low, yes life is shit   I thought you understood   You say these words, "why just me   I thought I did so well"   You're the perfect creep that god forgot   See you soon in hell   You ask if I detest myself   Sometimes, yes I do   I try so hard to love myself   but mostly I hate you   A zombie jerk without a will   You'd better surface now   I know I am the king of the hill   Rather reptile than cow   The sky is red as I watch you fall   I know that you belong   In a green and pink room of plastic walls   where no light is on   The proper church of your empty shell   There is no wrong in staying   Home is where you hang yourself   Where you end the pain