Angry

Words cannot describe,
How much I would like to decorate the room with your intestines,
Just looking at yah listening to yah makes me furious
You make me want to grab a blade, thrust, leave it in you to rust
You make me so angry
I forget that I hate you, and start hating me,
Slam these furious firsts against the wall repetitively,
Until hands you can't see,
Only stumps and bones and splintered agony

Sometimes I feel the only way to get this lump out of my chest
Is to don a bullet-proof vest,
shoot you in the bullet taking head,
Fuck your house, C4 up your closets and chests,
and the basement, which is where you'll end up
Grating on my nerves and stepping on my toes,
Go into a rage and smash your head against
The door, the walls, you trip to the floor,
dazed and confused, you try to run
but too late now, I've got my soldering gun,
Video-record it, it'll be seen on TV or in The Sun
With a picture of me, public enemy number one
with the announcement "This youth is dangerous and on the run"
with full page portrait picture of me having my fun,
fuck Rupert Murdoch for him next I'll come,
to hunt the King of Fox news with a screwdriver,
Fuck free sky subscription I'm using this to roam inside yah,

And I bet if this poem was found it'd be called a hate rhyme,
I can't be judged by no man's morality so don't try to waste time,
Conservatives, democrats, republicans and fat cats
I'm coming for y'all so don't try to flee,
Bankers and tyrants, carve you up with glee,
Even if you look at me funny, I'ma coming for you,
I reserve my right to retain this hostile attitude,
I didn't start this, I never came up to you,
told you what to do, or told you what was "true",
God, Allah, Jehova, you tried to preach your deity,
Whichever lie you want to believe,
if you want a god believe me in me;
I can't teach you your right from wrong,
But I can teach you the mindset you need to be free,
Don't let them brainwash you degenerate masses,
I have faith in you, don't think with your asses,
Think with your brain, that's what I've been using
but now I'm going insane, struggling to maintain,
a level of decency, gained at infancy
and lost while smoking trees.
No one's heard a kind word out of my mouth recently
Cuz all I'm screaming is "To hell with you people!
If you aren't joining me go jump off a steeple,
what use are you to me, if on your own you can't
open your eyes and see,
Can't hear the pain and inhumanity,
No you see the TV report and hear a figure,
"1 million dead", or "2", or "3",
Who thought Stalin could make such a prophecy.