An Insult To The Dead

Failure is angular
It isn’t circle shaped
And every fucked mistake’s unmade
When I abandoned her
And with my wand-like sex
I cast a horrid hex
I laid a curse on her, a curse on her, la la, la la la la
Another wasted verse on her, gave birth to her, la la, la la la la
Oh God
Forgive me Moses, Jesus, Allah
I have made such an awful regret of today
I have made such an awesome regret
I could be more than this
With all the time I have; I am an insult to the dead
You should be over this
The infidelities
Are on account of me
And so I cheat on you
I beat on you
With words and with actions
I will never tell the truth, in debt, aloof
Without you ​I'm a fraction
Oh God, I have made such an awful regret of today
I have made such an awesome regret
(Too bad this won’t come easy)
Where I stay, where I lay, in my bed of needles
Where I play, like a bad child on a baby’s birthday
(Too bad this won’t come easy)
I’ll take a permanent vacation
I’ve got two months to live
And all the mental masturbation
Is just too much to give
So I’ll go down to where the river
Flows into the sea
And you can bathe me in your body fluids
You can rescue me
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
Oh God, I have made such an awful regret of today
(Too bad this won’t come easy)
I have made such an awesome regret
(Too bad this won’t come easy)
Where I stay, where I lay, in my bed of needles
(Too bad this won’t come easy)
Where I play, like I’m a bad child on a baby’s birthday
(Too bad this won’t come easy)
Here I lay
Here I lay
Here I lay
Here I lay