Homemade War Things

Shit
At this point I fucking hope that I'm in a coma
And somewhere the real me is doped out and dosed up
On copious amounts of morphine
I feel acidic
Like I'm a bomb made out of and
Homemade war things

And thus
Everything my client touches is our kingdom
And everything my client splatters is gold
And everything my client does blow
And the hatred that drives my client grows
Oh what the fuck is this that I'm doing
Where is this supposed to go
Should I maybe be more like you
Hell fucking no

I really shot myself in the foot here
I should have just stuck it up in my fucking mouth
I really shot myself in the foot here
I should have just stuck it up in my fucking mouth

Let me ask you
What would you do
If your pet was smarter than you
Or better yet
You're the pet
What would you do if you were smarter than your master
I'll ask you again
What would you do
If you were smarter than that monster
Homemade war things