Scorn

he got away with murder a million times before

why can't i

cause i'm the oldest

and i'm the smartest

and i'm the one that always should know better

yeah well fuck you

lock me away

i won't care

i did it for the good of the nation

and then you people with your ethics

and your philosophies

try and psychoanalyze this mind

diagnose my genius as a disease

and put me in a manila folder

set me on a hard leather couch

have me talk to someone whose married to money

with legal pads and pencils with brand new erasers

they never make mistakes

you diagnose their disease as genius

with little white pills

courtyards drab green

touching the bars and the grates on the windows

reaching for freedom through diamond shaped madness

electricity through my temples

they try to silence my mind

ever screaming