Seat of Scorn
Sitting in the seat of scorn...shackled and chained tangled and torn
Mangled by memories that ingest me like monsters
In the belly of a beast...six million feet under
Deformed and disfigured are my thoughts, hopes, and dreams
Sitting in the seat of scorn my soul screams
Sitting in the seat of scorn...reading scarlet love letters
with blood dripping off feathers
I can't change the wind and I can't change the weather
Black clouds spewing bad medicine invade another sunny day
The devil gets paid as self pity pours out
I'm bitter like wormwood with no way out
Sitting in the seat of scorn...my soul shouts
Sitting in the seat of scorn...the world passes me by like I never was born
Invisible man with an iron hand of hate
I can't let go of the anger and the rage
Burn the book and turn another page
Sitting in the seat of scorn...on that blasphemous brink
Straight to the bottom my soul sinks
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