Driver.
Passenger.
Both of them.


Yo,

I’m a nice guy, but lately it’s like my casket has dropped
As I slam on the brakes when approaching this traffic gridlock
I dispise this, but when the music hits.. I’m glad to be seen
Cause I can’t stand to sit beside this stupid bitch in the passenger seat
I’m a bastard, you geek, and the personna fits me perfectly
Shit, if it wasn’t for me.. you wouldn’t know those words you speak
So appreciate my help, G, and don’t think you’re safe in the dark
Or you’ll find yourself with an airbag in place of your heart
Face it you fart, you’ll never be enlightened with gold
Lookie here; I’m the one in the driver’s seat, so I’m in control
Don’t kid yourself, so what? You think you’re Jesus now?
No, you’re just another faggot who got lost on the scenic route
Please get out, man, let it be over, you get me?
Cause I’ve got enough pressure on my shoulders already
And I’m driving this road, but would you care to see me cry?
And I’m driving this road, so the air can free my mind
And I’m driving this road, in the metal that’s got me trapped
And I’m driving this road, with you - the nagging monkey on my back
And I’m driving this road, to write a path in the book of history
And waiting for an accident to put me out of my misery
Is that what you think of me? Well, it’s hard to forget what you say
Shit, you don’t know what it’s like getting followed every step of the way
Especially by you; a whimp, and ontop of that.. a useless freak
Who suffocates me so much, I don’t have room to breathe
So I’m down to my last breathe, and I’m glad it’s this way
Because I’ll only use half of it, and throw the other half away
Why won’t you leave? You had to pick the worst timing
And everywhere I go, you’re always right there beside me
I’m sick of it, if you won’t leave me; I must keep going strong
So I can meet suicide at the end of the road with open arms
Maybe you should kill yourself, I mean, you’ve got nothing going on
But ever since I picked you up, my life has been going wrong
I never should’ve stopped, if only I’d given it more of my thought
Cause now I can’t get rid of you - the car doors are locked
But I must keep going... and head for this clearer direction
Even though you’ll always stare back in the mirror's reflection


I am my biggest fear, and enemy -



August 24th..


..the diary of a madman.




I replied to; JOHNNY 6 FEET's piece -
Whatever it was called..

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