I'll never get a second chance to make a first, ninth and seventy-fourth impression/
Devestation of your fragile picture frame spawned this mutilation/
Levetation of temper is hampered when you make any attempt to dampen the firey situation/
Never had to worry of that, your game's the same as perfected perpetuation/
Fuck Meditation! It's a fad, which makes me wonder friend, if I can still call you that, have you tried it yet?/
How can a vengeful vegetarian play meek, when she's been responsible for so much beef???/
Cause I killed it... The frustrations? I ate 'em.
How can you and your family not speak?! I guess we're not considering to turn the other cheek.../
Christians decided not to miss you when the car got impounded for surrounding a pound/
Indeed, I'll never get another day to see them. Never to speak again? *sigh* So long Devil's Lake weekend!/
Never another week at the cabin on the lake/
Never could you brin the man they'll never see or speak, the one they deem a madman and whom they consider his history a fake/
What the hell. . . what was it that "forever" meant?/
I guess it's evident your promise on us was pure. . .
. . .purely irrelevent!/
Liars' replies are often hesitant, but what's resonant is the dreams to which they never aspire. Judas./
Forever I'm mired in our history—the mystery to others that was just us/
Dust, debris and turmois is all they see when you show 'em. . . through tinted glass/
Must your squirm to the soil? Well, when it rains it pours—so cast your lightning fast!/
This bastard is frightened! Then go ahead and kiss my ass/
Cause here comes the thunder: even impaired I'm prepared to publicly recap your coming blunders/
Gosh, I hope my cooking was acceptable when I prepared our 400th and Last Supper/
For like when Jesus returns to the skin, preaches to the people again, and is once more betrayed by modern man—I feel double crossed/
God, we've both lost!
Evaluate the rate at which each of us plummet, ain't that somethin'?/
Pause your masturbation, furious moments of self-adoration, and take notice of things that will cancel your evjaculation/
Kid, this was a dumb win, damnit. . . It'll keep hurting 'til I damage myself enough to have numb skin. I've planned it/
You're never again to see Pumpkin(cat)!
And I did some number crunching: with the day's suicide rate climbing in size. . ./
Man, there's a chance you won't see me again til under the steeple, me at the middle, surrounded by an ample. . . lack of people/
Speaking of funerals, if you reveal to me that your grandma's condition advanced and finally passed and my last chance eroded/
Pray that you're not there to be exposed to the explosion/
You laughed at my last bone-crushing loss and then copied the mechanics/
Then you brandished my balls and pitched the same mid-summer toss/
Baby, I ain't never scared to pick my brain with some minty cognitive floss/
So let me quoth a song of a singer you never gave a second chance, let it linger—Shanny/
"Nobody want another mirror on their fears, I guess that's all you are to me"/
This is not a jam to which I reccomend you dance/
I am giving you a second chance to view my middle finger! Digitally enhanced! Friggin 5.1 Dolby sound see/
Cause you didn't honor our promise, and ran right by me/

Fin.