Eat My Poo

They say

You've gotta make some alterations to your lifestyle

Just 'cause I got in some altercations that were quite mild

Piss off I told my dad to fucking get lost

It's not my fault I had to cut his head off

I'm past the whole panic stage like lava volcanic rage

Escapes in waves I can't control and invades

My damaged brain I laugh devolve brandish blades

And as my mask dissolves anguish fades

That's the way I evade the distracting hopeless oscillations

Of my mind at the same time as combating overpopulation

So if you don't think I'm aiming in the right direction