Please do not come here
You are not welcome in my tent.
I have cover but for you not
If you can recover from your simularity
Beware my Devils' occupational therapy.
Could he wish for such discrepancy
It would not appear
Even in mirrors or blind halls
I can feel your clench on my balls
But you are not welcome here in my hallowed halls.
I am not a dog but my best friend is
He wonders why i fall and have not four legs
Staring at me from his cuddly compound on the couch
Marble eyes piercing my peace of mind.
Balance as i can i stumble on my hinds
Unless i have a walking frame that makes no sense.
I cannot answer your calls, i am diminished
Labelled as a 'stupid old cunt', i complain
But there is no chaplain here claiming to represent God
So i am alone resisting the thoughts of justice that becomes none
If i do not acceed i will be undone
By the arithmatics of accountacy
I plead to my solicitor to let me be
But he cannot because he is not free from signs of which he cannot agree
So he watches my steps as though he were God
But he does not know nought 'cept a ledger of my sins
And my bin fulls of meaningless shit that came from me but has no smell
Other than my notoriety i am not whole.
I am weary of confrontation but you still bring it here
What do you not understand of my being alone
This is not my confessional to see me undone
But my question to you - mother fucker - is none.
You give me no answer but cover your arse
All i can do is sleep and hope this will pass.