LYRICS WRITTEN BUT NEVER RECORDED

we sit down to say grace.
i start to make a face.
i'm feeling the religion of a family raised on faith.
pills are the faith.
the fucking birth rate.
remember his fear when the cervix dilate?

he's walking outside
to a gatling gun.
did he not tell you
he disappoints his loved ones?

i aim for embrace.
i am not defaced.
i don't give a
fuck if i give
hugs to deep space.

you don't need it. dead weight.
love can replace
and it can 'cos it's present
and doesn't circumvent
the substance of being human.
it free falls into visceral trauma
and goes sightseeing.
dissociates your supreme being
and muddies life's true meaning.

i don't wanna be an asshole!
do I give cash or do I Venmo?
have I blown through this world like tornados?
"no, man. you're benign as potatoes."

i don't wanna be an asshole!
and to fulfill this i give my life a chaperone.
a lovely tutor with hormones
to put her number down in my
hydroponic cellphone.

you don't remember everything
that made you what you are,
and even in recollection,
it's a one-sided memoir.
i've been an impossibly good person
who challenged the serpent
and left this world elevated and squ***ng.

i don't wanna be an asshole!
but I'm drinking at your place.
i'm drinking kinda fast,
i'm drinking like this fine thing was never built to last

and now I'm walking outside
to a gatling gun.
did i not tell you
i disappoint my loved ones?

the drunken embrace.
give hugs
to deep space.
watch me fucking
with my shadows
trying to activate
a gateway into darkness
that will expose me to Christ vibes
so I can live my life
without giving moments of peace bribes

and now I've exited my body.
it's proper Kamikaze.
it's social suiciding ass first
into the heart of every party.
expose the insecurities of a hardly Hard Lee
to the innocent minds
of a construct full of Barbies.

my name's in blood on the wall.
every blood drop in it's own downfall
and in the flames of my own dumb wrath,
the construct severed ties with a path
and now it's hitting you up
for select ass skin grafts.

i'm hitting you up
to validate my own math.

i don't wanna be an asshole.