The World Is Not Made Of Flowers

though I will be your judge and jury

crushing your skull won't quell my fury

the world is not made of flowers, is it?

neither am I

if you smell a bullet

passing through your nose

red as a rose

let it be mine

the world is not made of music, is it?

neither am I

if you hear an arrow

passing through your ear

and out your rear

let it be mine

the world is not made of sunlight, is it?

neither am I

if you see a dagger

passing through your eye

and then you die

let it be mine

and while my anger still increases

I'll piss on all your little pieces