Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
suck it away,
the best way you know how.
Take it all into your mouth,
and swallow down the hate.
Wipe off the anger that runs down your chin,
with your hand, shit-stained from the dramapot
which you continue to stir.
Your cronies, your army,
your support shitsystem of lovers and slaves
do your dirty work for you,
but you still reek of insecurity.
You can talk all the shit you want,
you can dish it all out,
but what it comes down to
is that I won't be that mean bastard
waiting for you at your door
to throw your horrible past mistakes into your stained face.
I'll just live well.
because that's
the best revenge of all.
I hope you choke on your insecurity,
I hope your eyes are widened to see the true nature of yourself.
Blame other people.
Blame the ones you love the most.
But heaven forbid you blame yourself.
The old me would've tied you down
in the middle of your street
naked, cold, alone.
Doused you in gasoline,
and place a burning candle on your face
just to spite you.
and you know that I would do it.
You know I would have it planned out.
Like a fucking board game.
Roll the dice.
Move two spaces.
Get some rope.
and some gasoline.
Drench the wench.
and set on fire.
but then again.
This is the new me.
And the new me will just live well.
To spite your jealousy.
the best way you know how.
Take it all into your mouth,
and swallow down the hate.
Wipe off the anger that runs down your chin,
with your hand, shit-stained from the dramapot
which you continue to stir.
Your cronies, your army,
your support shitsystem of lovers and slaves
do your dirty work for you,
but you still reek of insecurity.
You can talk all the shit you want,
you can dish it all out,
but what it comes down to
is that I won't be that mean bastard
waiting for you at your door
to throw your horrible past mistakes into your stained face.
I'll just live well.
because that's
the best revenge of all.
I hope you choke on your insecurity,
I hope your eyes are widened to see the true nature of yourself.
Blame other people.
Blame the ones you love the most.
But heaven forbid you blame yourself.
The old me would've tied you down
in the middle of your street
naked, cold, alone.
Doused you in gasoline,
and place a burning candle on your face
just to spite you.
and you know that I would do it.
You know I would have it planned out.
Like a fucking board game.
Roll the dice.
Move two spaces.
Get some rope.
and some gasoline.
Drench the wench.
and set on fire.
but then again.
This is the new me.
And the new me will just live well.
To spite your jealousy.
