The Game of Drive Troy Crazy Part 2
some play as if they are tpoo good for me
when they are scum
some play as tho they have to kiss my butt
and every knows the merry go round that goes rtound and round and round
and they criticise
and worship
and i beg to doiffer
as they count how many times i pick my nose and poop and pee
so they can throw it in my face
all in the name of humanity
because in grade school i was suspicious
when ozzy osbourne was eating bats
and madonna was masterbating on stage
and heavy metal acts were commiting suicide on stage
i fifgurted Hitler ran the place
so i had to see for myslef and invented the game and the rulkes to the game to
drive troy crazy
oh if only you could see your faces
back to the neon ballroom
steem will rise
back to the neon ballroom
and then slide away to whats under rug swept there is hardly any time
The game of drive troy crazy
and no one seems to care
reaching out in the absense of darkness
to prove to you
im a real life super hero victom
social experiment
to terrorise youy in your backyard
and tghe police wont do anything
and neither will the feds
so i can turn it all aroundf in the hollywood happy ending
and you can all guess again
until you know who i truly am
Im your terrorist
victom of being terrorised
wont you help me im terrified terrorising you
so they can control you with my fear
because fear is contagious
otherwise wed have genocide
so whats the new object to crave?or who is the new role to purchase?
should we rewind the tapes?
im justa robot and plastic are my brains
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
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