CUNT

CUNT — fucked my head sideways, pissed on my heart, vanished

CUNT — I ate your lies like a brain-dead clown

CUNT — glittered turd, fake-ass saint, self-polished

Halle-fucking-lujah, you burned it down

CUNT — maggot-brained shitstain in skinny jeans

CUNT — dumb as dirt, loud as rot

CUNT — stone-cold cunt with delusions of clean

Premium bullshit, human knot

(drum hit / crowd stomp)

HEY!

(feedback squeal)

When life rips off your plastic grin

When the cardboard kingdom caves the fuck in

And what crawls out, drooling bile

Is a narcissistic waste-of-smile

You swear you’ll chill, you’ll keep it neat

Not unload rage, not go full beast

But your mouth snaps, goes feral, wild

And calls you out, you lying child

(beat drops / half silence)

(spoken, through distortion)

You know exactly who you are.

CUNT — even language says “nah, I’m done”

CUNT — trying to spell your level of trash

CUNT — love-scammer prick with a halo gun

Minus five stars for touch, pure ash

CUNT — you ate my youth like moldy bread

CUNT — sucked me dry, left spite and fumes

CUNT — my crime? Belief. That’s it. I bled.

Now I’m standing here queer, skinned by your doom

(music cuts, only drums)

I’m not wounded.

I’m not cracked.

I’M

FUCKING

WRECKAGE.