“Do You Really Need To Be Here?”

I mean, it’s a perfectly clear and forthright question – hell, call it a simple suggestion if you might like
But. Do. You. Really. Need. To. Be. Here.
Do nothing but strike the fear of God on into me – ten thousand bolts a god-forsaken second
I’m just too much for you, same goes tenfold when it come to you for me
There no real animosity, just… Just a downright discomfort second-to-none I may have ever seen before
Stage-door left, go right ahead and invite yourself on through it
Relatively nice to meet you but far fewer of your deplorable kind might indeed be rather nice