We, The Sad

Welcome to my eternity

I am the recluse who balked his maturity

I am a slave to my own insecurities

I am the culprit in the eyes of the jury

Welcome to my pain

I’m the definition of a bitch been spayed

Watch in fascination as the parasites sway

Fear my explanation as it’s thrown away

This is the cry of a man with no purpose

This is the song you will sing at his grave

But that’s me

I’m sad

I’m sick of being trapped inside

It’s decaying all I see

There’s no use in getting better

These things, they multiply

Are we not supposed to feel more than sad?

She is the thorn in my side

She is my possessor

She is my whole life

She is my coffin

If you don’t believe

Open up my stomach

Watch the parasites sway

Disease you, disease me

This is an oppression

Society silently kills me

She’s a wretch in disguise

I am her child, and she is my mind

I am denial, and she is behind every thought

Every violent thought

Every violent thought

Every violent thought

Every violent thought

This is the look of a man whose been gelded

This is the way that he handles his pain

But that’s me

I’m sad

I’m sick of being trapped inside

It’s decaying all I see

There’s no use in getting better

These things, they multiply

Are we not supposed to feel more than sad?

Here comes the flood

And she dams it every day

O’ she keeps the pressure right

Until I drown under my own shit!

We are the sad

We are the diseased

We need our mother to relieve our pain

To pull us up pull us up

To pull us up pull us up

To pull us up pull us up

To pull us up pull us up