The Bitters

Broad brush painter
Overstuffed folder
You've got it labeled enemies i need to crush
It's a bit much
Big umbrella everyone sits under
Make it a target while you prime missiles for launch
Alright that's enough
Wishing failure on a stranger
Eating shit until you choke
Even parasites have the foresight not to kill their hosts
Cold touch handshake
You've got a hang up
You just can't seem to break
I'll just wait
Green eyes chapped ass curled lip
You hiss the same bullshit list of tired complaints
It's getting late
Bedtime for jealous assholes

Wishing failure on a stranger
Eating shit until you choke
Even parasites have the foresight not to kill their hosts
Staring through fogged windows and calling it a microscope
It's not healthy it's just control
Picking through each other's trash gnawing at each other's bones
It's not righteous it's just control
Wishing failure on a stranger and getting what you want
Wishing failure on a stranger but you're still who you are