Married With Children

My life was a desert, my legs are boiling My Brain My Brain My Brain They said I'd be a patriot, they made me kill kids every single fucking day Now I will be the master of late night public access television Watching and waiting no commiserating, the world is a twisted place I just need a release, my life is suffocating Is it me? Is it me? This is me To be the last one breathing Consistently repeating I’ll take your order but I'd rather take your life Why do they come to me to die It's been one week since I’ve lost a part of me Cocked my head to the side and and said I'm angry Five days since you laughed at me saying Get that together come back and see me Like a wolf under a freezing moon My lust for blood the flesh of man I must consume You are the donut, I am the whole That how you see that the glass is full My life is a desert, my legs are boiling My Brain. My Brain. My Brain They said I'd be a patriot, they made me kill kids every single fucking day You can't stop me, I won't be subject to intimidation This black heart bleeds Why can't I sleep? I'm just so fucking tired Why do they come to me to die? Murder.Death.Kill

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 13, 2026