The Rambling of an Innocent Man fed up with The World
Go to hell.
Take nothing but the sins on your back
And the coils of lies you have spun.
It should be easy for you to talk to everyone there,
Because you all speak
With the same hollow promises.
Maybe there you
Will finally learn not to
Screw me over. Not to
Rob the blind man or
Murder the beggar.
Maybe there they can teach you some modesty.
I pray those flames will work
The magic of mirrors.
And that you will finally see
The horns emanating from your brow.