Far Beyond Driven

I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while our loved ones mourn our day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing, eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take? Too young for one's conclusion, the life style won. Such values you taught your son. That's how. Look at me now. I'm broken. Inherit my life. One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed to make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifstyle cost venereal mother embrace the loss. That's how. Look at you now, you're broken. Inherit your life.

I fucked your girlfriend last night, while you snored and drooled I fucked your love. She called me daddy and I called her baby when I snacked her ass. I called her sugar when I ate her alive till daylight. I slept with her all over me from forehead to rib cage I dripped her ass. Sometimes I thought you might be spying living out some brash fantasy, but no you were knocked out. But we were all knocked out you know in a way. I serve to many masters. We didn't know you'd break the bottle that the magic came in to use those jagged shards to slit our wrists and neck. And you'd do it too cause your that kind of dude. But you wouldn't know what you were doing cause I didn't, your girlfriend could have been a burn victim, an amputee, a dead body, but god damn I wanted to fuck.
I serve to many maters.

As a child I was given the gift to entertain you. But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you. I drink all day, I smoke all day, I've done it all but tap the vein. These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons all there christians come alive and try and sell you my sould for a goat, yet I'll out live the old. You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is inspiration. Like a junkie I jurt for it, a bad trip of emptiness, I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of fullfilment to me is me. The big picture. There hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of what the christians mean to immortalize my situation. My sould for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old. Embrace some religion. To get close to some undivine ejacuation point. Simply to thy Ghost I ling. Simply to thy ghost I reject. Simply to thy ghost I give spit. Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I'll submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships with those christians. You know they'll sell you my sould for a goat. Yet I'll out live the old.