Earth, you are a stupid fucking excuse for a world.
World, you are a stupid fucking excuse for an existence.
Existence, you are a stupid fucking excuse for a God.
God, you are a stupid fucking excuse.
—
Flashback to 1992:
Indignation Trilogy
I.
i am hate / i eat power
help me cleanse / give me colors
TO SEE MY GOD
give me brush
TO PAINT THE FEARFUL FACE
to put the innocent in jail
to writhe
i need you / my cross
II.
Take me / I need
I need
What your revolution gave you
What I need
Is what you got
Revolutionary
Revolutionary / You
You got the politics
You got the blood
Take me / Your worship / My love
More to the government
More to the cause
Feed me / my pistol
Political blood
Superdog
III.
Give your politician’s young blood to the cause
Dog
You eat your own
to gain your fat
I would shoot
Dog
If I wasn’t starving
Give you mind to gain solution
You value his riches
Give your politican’s young bood to the cause
How I love you
Dead on the corner
Dead to the world
—
Skill-wise, I’ve gained a lot since I was sixteen. But I’ve lost something, too.