Shock and Awe
I dont give a damn about your excusesMisuses of life's simplicities
Paint me a picture with your blood high lightening your inequities
And maybe I'd give a fuck
Caught up on your luck
Restless because you're stuck
Why should it matter to me that you're sorry
For all the injustices you've laid on my chest
Put me to the test and see the misery you've given me
Close your mouth before I shove the truth down your throat
Shocked to comprehend that the end means so much more the means
So it seems
That a dog like you could ever matter
Let me count the ways and the many days that you've lied and cheated
Leaving in wake a slew of broken women battered and tattered all
courtesy of you
And the shit that you do
Constantly become a new
The great pretender
Always guided by a hidden agenda
Raping and destroying the beauty from within
But men like you always come to rest
Whether its laying 6 feet under in a fucked up mess
Please dont tell me I've startled you
Lest you be guided by the shit that you do
My words were designed to shock and awe
So if it touches one sorry ass mother fucker then its done its job
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