Poor Bastard Lyrics

I'm so sick of it ok

Body twitching from the pain

When in the world did we lose our way

Well aware a side would've burned at the stake

Dark side bloom from the inside

Beauty was the start

Flipped the shit

Fuck the script

Hinges blown off

2 doors, 1 lookin like the last one

Sad guy made to be the bad guy

Never would I ever been called an angel

Wings ripped from my skin

Mutilated, cursed from the hatred

Bet she gettin off when I play dead

Play dead, play dead

Lost to the flame

Fallen from the skies

Unholy, paralyzed

No longer can he feel any shame

Sad motherfucker

Rest in piss you poor bastard

Crossing out the day

The blurry face I carry weight

The less I worry it's ok

I'm feeling less and less each day

I can't remember just a time

I just escaped and got away

My timeline just depleted

Give a second count some change

Wait for the return

Of the sixty six

Evil motherfucker

Got a chip on his shoulder

Roll the dice and check your number

Keep the same energy

The rolling thunder

Bring the storm

All the hell I will form

The doings of a man who's brought the pillage and the plunder

My mouth is an empty grave

Six feet deep

I don't know what to say

I'm setting up a way for us to part ways

Crossed path's with me and I'll spit on your face

I been thinking of a way

To tell you to go to hell

Might as well repel you

So I'll Spell it out slowly

Please get going

I lose interest when you start showing

Anything to make me love you

I'm the enemy

A snake above you

You're in my grip

Can I let it slip?

Disappear and maybe I'll want you

I wish that I could cut the cord

But furthermore will further scorn

A heart that loves

So now I'm torn

You'll curse the day that I was born

I'm sorry