People only ever half as nice as me with twice the life
On they continue, on they do go
While I never seem to reap a goddamn thing that I sow
Oh so flagrant against their downright ignorance
Giving opposed to their utterly unwilling attitudes
They think they are smart when really all that they are is halfwits
Open right up, coaxing myself dangerously against the lip of the pit
Spitfire
Destruction
A misery-laden construction all of my own
Our pitiful life-affirming existences
Do your best to give me a shout on the off-chance
When it comes our time to dance atop the flames again