RE: CONCERNS

Parasite, we both know that you've been barely hanging on Pathetic light, drag behind all you like I will eclipse you every time You're in no position to make demands I am not your friend I'll hear no talk of giving grace from crooks who only ever take Attention-starved barbaric apes who never learned to act their age It's time I had a go at the guillotine You're not the only one who gets to lose your head And if you reattach it again I'm settling the score on our broken necks No God could abandon you enough times Drunk on blood gone bad You'd find your way back I've tried understanding Jupiter's trash Strike me where I stand If I spare you again I'll kill Cain's bastard twice as a sacrifice and Curse the ground if I'm able To pull the spikes, or my wasted time From this useless blue-eyed Jesus Christ Oh, you've done it again Bled patience bare from another friend Feels like mine's always high in demand Vampire needs my light in the end In the end, it'll bend, It'll break You're a leach and a snake You're the dirt to my name I'm the dirt in your grave I hope it is, or in time will be alarmingly clear No God could abandon you enough times Drunk on blood gone bad, you'd find your way back I've tried understanding Jupiter's trash Strike me where I stand If I spare you again First I'd like to validate the gripes of - and - I see this not as persecution but a learning chance to grow For your client who's quite talented but has a ways to go I've found that treating people right, for him, is not the status quo I often worry people like him hear me speak and get annoyed And though he never seems to say it, I can hear it in his voice And in his blatant disregard for all my unattended rooted scars We see the core Of the issue at hand, I'm hoping that you'll understand That in his eagerness to carry on without me on his back I am reminded of the spine beneath my ego that I lack I'd hate myself too if I were half as big a burden as You, you, you It's now or never, on your marks Let's see who lies in fits and starts Can your present last if you have no past? Will it hail and rain in your world of glass? Won't go down without a fight