Written by: James Anderson

You are only the beginning of things to come
the fear you hold for the future
this madness you blame on the mad man
and your excuse is simple
blame the past and blame the present

There are voices running around in my head
Vain idiots you wouldn't believe it because 
you think the world revolves around you 
What if I told you it doesn't
What would you say?

Like most humans... you'd say.... fuc you 
You crazy motherf-----

All your riches and all your two- faced slash
fakes I'm racist but I love poetry lines
in the dark you are only you
And I am me, waiting for your punk azz to feel
the cold draft of truth.

Blow me!