A Little Bitter

How the mind does shout for rest When the body is shaken, yeah Oh, this tightness in my chest Still your leaves I'm raking Oh Lord, is this a test? Was it fun creating, yeah? My god's a little sick And he wants me crazy Who Are you Who can say It's ok to live through me? Live to be Part of me You're a wrinkled magazine Yeah Was it something that I said? Was it how they're breaking, yeah? I'm so selfish, paying your rent While your blood I'm taking You Spend me Like a tree Dirty dollar bills for leaves Dark in a sea Of my seeds And the tears on which you feed You feed Your body is a temple A dormant alter To where infantile men lie around Itching and nibbling For a small piece of sanity Of which you can not give Shit! Individuality Buying penance with my soul And a little Heaven spent Why the hell not take it? Thieves Parasites Hide from life You know they'll remember me They are abhorred In self-worth All that matters much to me, yeah