Antietam

My hell lives inside of a brick house
Windowless, full of noise that bleeds out
From the bullet hole in the sides of my fucking head
You motherfucks, I'm done
A curse on your fucking head
Your blood on my hands
Years of self-sacrifice
Years of cleaning up your mess
Fucking ungrateful
Every fucking sub-group from cardigans to leather vests
You're all fucking shit and I'm fucking buried in it
All I have left is short of the grave
I am penniless and fucked up
Empty, half of my fucking will sucked out
You're all shit and I'm fucking buried
I hate!
From cardigans to leather vests, you're all shit
Heart hard as stone, black as crow
I reject them
All I have left is my balls and my word