It's your high, your pastime, passion, and drug of choice

Wherever you go, it's your ego, wanting to hear it's voice

It's your poison, your power, your master, and your slave

It's your driving burn, it's what makes you happy, it's your cave

You heretic, parasitic wonder, insides colder than a witches personality

Sloshing happily in your fallacies, proud to be the Pharisee that you see

Swimming in a sea of sellouts like Judas to Jesus

Sitting smug with your holy interpretations only hoping to please the collective us

It's a sad state of events when you loftily judge outsides when it's the heart that gets the cleanup

Malpractice seems to be your actress head spinning on the mattress

From all the lies you've fed intravenously

Seamlessly you've managed to believe yourself in a circle with no beginning or end shrouded in purple

Trying to smush the crown on your head baked & bloated from the limelight's guest list

And always complaining about how you didn't get the new Lexus

I just have no patience for fools who constantly sharpen their quills to write lies

And then steal my ink when theirs is dry

Who welcome the maggot sheets & worm blankets of enslavement

Smoothing over more pavement on their personal highway to heaven

And I'm the only one who knows that their bridge is out

Now everyone's slowly dying, but you're slowly living

Trying to keep your head from lying, just underneath the waters edge

Wading in a pessimistic swill

While curiously toeing the ledge, dreaming about becoming road kill

You're such a vulture

I used to sit content with these speakers on the microphone

But now I stand screaming into the same headphones that summonsed me to close

My ears and labeled me "just another face in the culture"

My position of thinking might be wrong but at least I'm honest

Your a sheep in wolves clothing and your winning the contest

Trying to cram all your extra-curriculars into your tiny God-hole

It's an unfortunate sight from where I'm at to see you try to play the role

It's time to choose your poison instead of handing it out

Look deep into your mirror image and study self

And stop putting holes in my pulsating emotion bag with your meat of a life