Loathsome

Let the dead rot where they fall
You know sometimes I need a crutch just to crawl
So loathsome
So loathsome down inside
My heartstrings
They ain’t yours to pull
Cops in latex gloves trying to search my skull
So loathsome
So loathsome down inside
I feel so loathsome down inside
Rancid junk-thought
Elephantitus of the mind
Rancid junk-thought
Elephantitus of the mind
This is my
Escape art
Exhibition
This is my
Escape art
Exhibition
Escape art
Exhibition
Escape art
Exhibition
And I’m never coming back