No time for fake cheese
No time for pretend niceties
No time to beat around the bush
No time to act as if everything is fine
it’s not
The world is a warzone
and I just want to join in
I’m only happy when I’m on fire
everything else bores me to tears
and I don’t have time
to cry over spilt milk
I’m sucking energy
straight from God’s tits
and I use teeth
so the nipples are cut and bleeding
There is no time for gentle caresses
There is no time for pillow talk
There is no time for holding hands
There is no time for kumbaya
This life is not a song…
it is a death chant
If we’re going to dance for rain…
let’s pray it’s acid
My veins are poisoned with pestilence
My soul is shot up with scurvy
My mind is ravaged with snake oil
My heart has been pimped and sold out
There is no time left for an antidote
I don’t care about the remedy
All I want is the Apocalypse
All I need is one more dose
No time for sanity
No time for salvation
No time for kiss-kiss
No time for lovey-dovey
My finger is itchy as hell
My tongue is sharp and ready to trigger
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com