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