Dissertation Lyrics

Consider this my dissertation.

My dissenting opinions have ended many conversations.

Disputatious,

In the angle I approach your willful ignorance,

When your sermonizing tolerance, is weakening the delinquents.

Fucking heathens.

They said there's nothing that can't be solved with love and patience.

I had an abundance until it felt like all my love had turned to anger.

Until these people took my time, and I was fucking sick of waiting.

Into the wild I went, McCandless, I revert to the laws of nature.

I've wandered farther than the other kids and now I'm lost.

Sanities faltered, but I've paid the cost and escaped the flock.

But I'm still subject to the lords that kept me cursed,

like no matter where the light shines, the darkness claimed it first...

So here's what happens, when you told yourself it all went wrong.

AND PUSH AN ALREADY SORROWED PSYCHE TO CONTEMPLATE THE FINAL CALL.

The waves of passion when you told yourself you can't evolve,

I boil it all down, and then I record it in a song.

I've a sick mind, my sick friends,

and I never know where to begin.

They say tough times breed strong men,

So I hope you notice who moves this pen.

I've a sharp tongue, and a dark ZEN.

With a strong heart that's not quite contrite.

Still I keep my faith in this fight despite, all of this darkness that's killing my light.

The circumstances changed in regard on how to lift this curse.

It's getting worse, while their lingering thirst, absolves them of their human worth.

Have I left any room to converse?

YOUR NOW MY ENEMY!

Incendiary words, to all these built of straw mentalities.

I gained some traction, by meticulously mapping,

My emotions and how its flow, was impacted by their actions.

Trying to, understand my sadness, lead to all this fucking madness!

Because I can't let go of any motherfucking thing that's ever happened, so.....

Consider this an invitation.

To the end of your fucking world,

These sycophants have earned annihilation.

Saving Grace, Im ready to meet my maker.

My pen yearns for the apocalypse, EVERYTIME IT MEETS THE PAPER!!!