Cyclo-F

I read your palm in a bowl of spit It's not looking good Spirits low, yes life is shit I thought you understood You say these words, 'why just me I thought I did so well' You're the perfect creep that god forgot See you soon in hell You ask if I detest myself Sometimes, yes I do I try so hard to love myself but mostly I hate you A zombie jerk without a will You'd better surface now I know I am the king of the hill Rather reptile than cow The sky is red as I watch you fall I know that you belong In a green and pink room of plastic walls where no light is on The proper church of your empty shell There is no wrong in staying Home is where you hang yourself Where you end the pain