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