Hate.

Basically the last post in verse, and yes that many f-words were necessary...

What was my sin and where did I wrong?
Why the fuck must I now write this song?
I don't want to live. I don't want to die.
The world fucks me over the harder I try.
Some kind of monster within me resides,
And fucks with my mind while others decide,
What I should do and what's good for me,
When they don't fucking know how I come to be.

But I'll never sell this soul of my own,
And deprive myself of my regal throne;
Words I will write and games I will play,
I will make music while they waste away.

Why must I be a prisoner of birth?
No fucking money and no fucking mirth.
I wish I could cut the line that did reap,
The sorrow which I harvest while I fucking weep.
Why me, O Lord, what the fuck did I do?
Money? Luck? Damn near all things too?
And now the bells toll yet I can't go back,
Wish this pain and I would just fade to black.

But I'll never take what I did not give,
I'll die everyday yet I will still live;
I'm no one's puppet, you can't master me,
I'll fuck the world with my friend of misery.

How much longer must this damn windstorm rage?
I'll die in the sea 'fore I hit old age,
But I'll ride the lightning and I'll be its fire,
No more the world will fuck my desires.
But no, for sure, that can never be,
The life is fucked up that belongs to me,
My time is over, its too fucking late,
Here's a final fuck you, this world I do hate.