Necromancer

I fester here, unwelcome room, just resting gear, no dustpan, broom
No regiment, no kind of hope at all
Thank God for concrete, it broke my fall
I got thoughts that won't go nowhere, you see
It's like a hundred different people just staring at me
They know something I don't but won't share it with me
And I don't know how to react when you're embarrassing me
I'm a work in prog, person flawed, too much inter webs I need to cut the service off
Under black light, I sing a sad song, about an angry little boy and his dad gone
ID composed, though I'm a living being, ID construct the most intricate things
And I won't make a run until the coast is clear
But up until then I'll just fester here
Fester here unwelcome room, just resting gear, no dustpan, broom
No regiment, no kind of hope at all
Thank God for concrete, it broke my fall
Bacteria growth on my sailboat
Crack your ribcage with a fatal blow
Doomsday time, who's in line
Everybody's fucked, but you are fine
Girl, you good, you gon' live to see
When I expose the real me
In one-two-three and of course 4D, smash your face on the ice like I'm Marty McSorley
I talk to robots in code and reprogram, then I hit the road in the Velour Brougham
'I'm with this shit,' like the youngsters say, like a Manson chick on dumpster day
I'll punch the bag till my knuckles leak, I can hear it in ya tone-that's trouble speak
And we don't want no trouble
Although I'm indestructible, climbing out the rubble (rock bottom)

They watch and prey on naïveté
And exploit vulnerabilities
Commercialize me sexually
And profit from stupidity
I want the woman on the TV
On the phone screen, want her to hold me
Let her control me
My mama told me I can have anything in this life if I'm holy
And if I ask God, I'll get an iPod, and a girlfriend, yeah my mind's flawed
Eat a Tide Pod, yeah I'm 20 and my life's gone (come on)
You think I'm funny
Or a dummy
You're offended it's hurtin' ya tummy
Your girl gave me dome, said it was yummy
And now we act chummy but it's all for the money
Wipe your mouth-it's lookin' scummy
Wipe your nose-it's lookin' runny
Start the race like a bunny, tried to cut me when we're running I said "later honey"
"By the way I think you're a fucking dummy"
I think you're a fucking dummy
You're a dummy

I fester here, unwelcome room, just resting gear, no dustpan, broom
No regiment, no kind of hope at all
Thank God for concrete, it broke my fall
I got thoughts that won't go nowhere, you see
It's like a hundred different people just staring at me
They know something I don't but won't share it with me
And I don't know how to react when you're embarrassing me



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Klein
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