That's What You Say

that's what you say... i forgot how high you hold your own opinion.
listen, there's something you forget: you got some high-minded moral
relevance i'd like to call out, call out and about, take 'em out
to town on a philosophical organ thievery gang outing.
when i walk by, you make every attempt to project upon me what
seems to be a project you've spent a long time on: Dehumanize 1.0
my misanthropy is born of yours, i just want you to fuck off.
cause while you interpret my slanted gait as scum's footsteps,
i'm draping my guts all around your neck in a loving embrace.
totally content to give away the benefit of the doubt, but if you
want blood i've got a hundred thousand aliens whose ravenous
gaping teeth structures have waited all my life to taste flesh.
but lord knows i'm not trying to make threats; however, in an
attempt to even the stakes let's... discuss one question i'll propose
to you: why the fuck you take yourself so fucking seriously?
you've got a reason for everything, that's what you say.
slick your hair back, you say it's to impress the ladies.
well, let me tell you: every second you care about your hair,
you might as well have scabies. there are kids on this dear
earth with half their fucking faces ripped off, you think you're
fucking special or should be more careful? you should
remember you could die today. that's what i say.