this will be a track on my next ep, fuck a text album, lol. this was written during a headfuck i was having about what i'm going to do the rest of my life.


Exorcism

(Hook)
These are my thoughts lined up on the tip of my tongue/
Exorcised verbally, spit out in this song/ (x4)

(Verse 1)
Sometimes I feel anger burning under my skin/
A kind of madness that leads up to blunder and sin/
My bad deeds I heed, but who can judge me? /
Does the one who’s above me really love me? /
The bottom line is, I never asked to be born/
So why I am accountable for tasks that I’ve worn? /
Why shouldn’t a man only answer to himself/
If he has the strength of mind to gain anger and wealth? /
I don’t believe that Hell is for all eternity/
Because eternal suffering is beyond the worth or fee/
Of damage caused by evil acts in the long run/
Surely even murderers get paroled, it’s wrong son/
Who are we to be judged by a written father figure/
Who shakes his finger at us across a void, much bigger/
A 2000 year distance and a few extra given/
These are a few thoughts in my exorcism/

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Sometimes I feel anger burning under my skin/
Sometimes I reach a state I’m left wondering in/
My failure to try and understand the opposite sex/
From one idea to the next, all out of context/
I was a dumb fuck adolescent with thoughts of conquest/
My soul focus as a boy, the goal of bomb sex/
But I was met with rejection till the age of 16/
Picture the sick scene of dating a witch queen/
However the bitch seemed, I was one step behind/
Left out of pace in the wrong set of mind/
Jump to 18, my v-plate torn from my frame/
But I’d felt love like I was born free again/
Jump to 20, and I was having one night stands/
To make up for rejection like I had the spite planned/
So now I sit here writing up my next position/
These are some more thoughts in my exorcism/

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Sometimes, I feel anger burning under my skin/
When I reminisce about the situation I’m in/
I look back on my short life, try to draw conclusions/
About the future and if the paths an illusion/
From a young age, there were some days I’d philosophise/
Engage in debates on websites and drop replies/
But not despise, opposing views from a chosen few/
From many foes who knew what verbal blows could do/
I’m composed, it’s true, but scared to move forward/
But not petrified, prepared to move forward/
I exorcise in order to dump emotional baggage/
And evolve as a person and promote how I manage/
I’m above average, I don’t know if I’ll find retribution/
Possibly abuse-on my path to the solution/
I can’t see the future with respect to wishin’/
But for now I’ll have to stop my exorcism/

(Hook)

This is my exorcism… (Repeat until fade)