Sore cunt from a career of self-serve What the hell have you done to yourself? What the fuck have you done to everyone else? Face the jury! Buoyantly, vividly rendering every pocket blistering You’ve found a way to displace the shame, To misplace the same weight, Gift wrapped in disease Shotgun in a muzzle Shotgun silenced Sealed in a graphic Sealed in silence Pivotal as choice is in your hands Have you not any shame? How could you blame the world? How could you place any fault? Reflective surfaces show who holds responsibility for it all I’ll never accept who you are Monsters not word enough What you are, words can’t say Alive and well to my dismay Dismay brought from a conveyor of self-serve Look what You’ve done to yourself Fuck you and what You’ve done to yourself Have you not any shame? How could you blame the world? How could you place any fault? Reflective surfaces show who holds responsibility for it all I’ll never accept who you are Monsters not word enough Never accept who you are What you are, words can’t say Alive and well to my dismay What you are, I can’t say What you need? I’ll shove a splintering stake up your cunt No I will never be a monster I’ll never accept who you are Monsters not word enough What you are, Monsters not word enough