The lights are on, but is there anybody
home?
Just another empty dome...
Chasing tail, all alone.
When the processor's gone, does it
matter what is shown?
The disfunction has grown.
All capacitors blown.

Playing between the lines of delusion
and fantasy.
Turn on the gaslight...
Blame it on your memory.
I eat your hypocrisy as part of
my regularly scheduled meal...
What is the deal?
I want it with my happy meal.

How do you feel? I think you got
the sickness.
Millions gettin' down with it...
The hatred and the viciousness.
It's easy to hate me when you
don't know how to love.
I see there's no escape from the
toxic push and shove.

A life of irony is a two faced existence.
A Gemini inside...
A line of enlisted shattered minds...
Hoping to find what is missing.
Leaving all logic behind...
Only in dreams will we ever find bliss.
I'm sorry Mrs. If you missed the final
train.
It seems there's too many faces that
melt away in the rain.

I'm sorry you couldn't handle my
truth. I call things as I see them.
I'm not one to beat around the bush,
and I won't call a turd a gem.
You can decorate a shit show with
glitter and gold it don't mean it's
gonna shine.
You're so toxic, you're starting to glow...
You've lost your mind,
Well, you can't have mine.

~ Chorus ~

Hope you don't stub your toe
Kickin' bricks.
This is how it goes, now take
these licks.
I'll keep this tongue lashin' in fashion
for game.
I'm cashin' out of this theatre of pain.
I don't want the chaos you play with
for kicks.
What I thought would be a good movie,
turned into a Horror Flick.

-

The engine is running but there's a
fukking disconnect.
I guess you feel content, though
there's an obvious defect.
You think you're so cunning,
You couldn't be more incorrect.
You're constant disrespect is
what I've come to expect.

Saying things that align with confusion
and insanity.
Always in a fight...
Using a warlike psychology.
I'll beat back these attacks on me...
My will is that of steel.
What is this ordeal?
You're running on a hamster's wheel.

I should name you Lucille. Your evil is
the slickest.
Behind those eyes that look so alive
lies jealousy and suspiciousness.
The sleazy way that you sedate me,
Bat shit crazy, examples of -
a mindset constantly coming and
going. Trying not to show the
damaged hand in the glove.

I'm trying to remind myself why I gave
you assistance.
Why did I confide in a person so distant,
Insistent on making me a scapegoat
for your issues.
Here, take a tissue.
I already don't miss you.
It seems you got me fukked up with a
passive aggressive approach.
Encroaching on my stability but not
able to reproach me in your mock
mental trial where your denial is my
judge.
You can paint me guilty, but my
integrity won't budge.

No one has nothing to prove, yet
most people lie... I don't believe them.
To keep carrying in a self serving
ruse is behavior that I condemn.
You can integrate a smile with your
conniving speech,
but you ain't fooling me, see!
You are just another energy leech...
A tick or a flea... Fukking feeding off me.

~ Chorus ~

Hope you don't stub your toe
Kickin' bricks.
This is how it goes, now take
these licks.
I'll keep this tongue lashin' in fashion
for game.
I'm cashin' out of this theatre of pain.
I don't want the chaos you play with
for kicks.
What I thought would be a good movie,
turned into a Horror Flick.

I thought that you would be the fire to
light my lonely wick.
But what I thought would be a love story,
turned into a Horror Flick.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
February 14th. 2024 ©
© Michael W. Taylor