Devil's Debt

So fucking bury me then
I'm standing right here
You've got nothing but sentiment
A complimented delusion
Fuck your games
Ignorance won't always carry you

The finish line fell out of sight
When you fell on your face at the start

Who the fuck are you?
You're the furthest thing from a god
So why do you
Think you matter to the world?

Infallibility

Comes to mind
But you're wrong
You fucking hypocrite
You shouldn't even have
The privilege of breath

I'll tear down your gates
And pull you from your "silver lined" cloud
You'll have no one to preach to
Buried in the ground

Positivity
Won't fix your miserable excuse for a life
I'm yet to see
A skill set so I'll give you some advice
You've wasted your time
And you have nothing to show for it
So instead of the ego
Strap on a pair you fucking prick

Hubris by nature and you know what they say
Can't teach an old dog a new trick to play
And speaking of games
Yours is as transparent as your personality
I think it's time to admit
Your pathetic predictability

Manipulate this you apathetic piece of shit

Your idle threats are a running joke
And if you fucking touch me
I'll rip your bigot tongue from your throat

Positivity
Won't fix your miserable excuse for a life
I'm yet to see
A skill set so I'll give you some advice
You've wasted your time
And you have nothing to show for it
So instead of the ego
Strap on a pair you fucking prick

There's a
Million words I could write
About your sorry ass
But my time is precious
And I can't write them down that fast
It's just a matter of time
Before what I say becomes true
Playing god's all well and good
'Til the devils debt is due



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Writer(s): Mark Barron
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