I Have Found A Lack Of Sympathy
For My Chemically Dependant Brothers And Sisters.
It Disturbs Me My Eye Rolling Attitudes,
I Search Through My Studies Of Gods,
I Search For The Compassion Within Me.
And I Only Have It Half A Day A Week.
I Try And I Try And I Try And I Try,
Having Myself Cross The Fucking Death Junk Line,
The Forcid Cock The Back Hand Of Love,
I Know, I Know, I Know I, Know,
If I Can Get My Shit Clean After All The Shit I Seen,
If I Can Still Fall In Love,
And Laugh My Head Off At My Life,
And My Hard Hard Lessons.
Then Why Don't Youyou Rich 35 Yr. Old Junkie Fuck,
I Want Compassion For You, But My Friend I Have None!
You Bear Your Victimization Like A Cross, A Crutch.
Your Lazy, Its Easier Than To Cop Out Than To Rise Above,
Believe Me, Believe You Me,
I Can't Believe You But Just To Be Nice…
Right Now Is That Half A Day A Week,
That Ill Make A Search For Compassion.
For You, Poor You, You Fucking White Millionaire!
My Eyes Are Aching From Roll.