Mentally Afflicted

Enter I, disturbing peace of mind

Pressure reflects me.

Manipulate, and break the feeling of faith.

Weak fools obsess me.

Glare inside, shines my mind

It's quite distorted, it's so cruel.

Afflicted traits, extending outward my hate

Sharp words detest you.

I am the thorn in the side

Pressure that's never denied

Call me, call me, call me mad

My look is often a grin

Cold as its sin

Call me, call me, call me mad

We evil kind, we evil subject your pride

Intent oppression

An open sore, into it salt we will pour

Verbal aggression!

Conscience collapsed, feelings for you waxed

But my mental affliction.

I carry pride, I hold it high at my side

Cause your submission

I am the thorn in the side

Pressure that never denied

Call me, call me, call me mad

My look is often a grin

Cold as its sin

Call me, call me, call me mad

At times I'd love to feel the break of your spine

Your pain, my hand, my God

That would do me just fine

But intelligence tells me constrain

Don't do that

Use your wit, make 'em pay, verbal attack

Your cowardice

Your whimpering makes me sick

In your face, your ugliness, on it I could spit

Divine reprisal, I'm getting under your skin

Contemptuous me, I will always win

Cold hate

Feel the pain to which I relate, my

Harsh hell

Satisfies, sanctifies me as well