devastation

'give 'em hell, son'
the mind of a murderer
the soul of a saviour
the heart of a father
i live in a world full of killers
people who kill phuking everything
plants, animals, people
pride, justice, children
love, intelligence, art
nuthing is sacred to them
not even death itself
they have no respect for life, love, art
they give no justice for your broken heart
and all that grows in their black garden
is the hatred from the pain they cause
the rage from everything of yours they kill
and if you speak up, you'll choke on a pill
so you're goddamn right i'm running
i'm getting the phuk out of here
before this twisted town kills me
tucson is a phuking vortex, a cesspool
if you lived here, you would know, too
you would understand the hatred
you would see the suffocating darkness
but you would die from the pain
pheeling tough because of where you were raised?
you have no phuking idea
have you ever had your car stolen by a crackhead
have you ever had your children stolen by cps
have you ever had your heart killed by a slut
have you ever had your mind murdered
by the death of the black city nights
crying to reach another life, another city
dreaming of the blue city nights of home
while you're locked in a prison of pain
of rape, of murder, of theft, of hatred
who could be patriotik in the land of ignorance
except the retarded dumbphuks themselves
when you're saving someone
can you pheel it aching inside
when you're killing someone
can you understand how i pheel
i wanna kill phuking everyone
you killed everything i ever loved
you pointed a gun to a little girl's head
so i point the gun at your head
the weapon of wrong that you created
the invention of man for his own demise
let me take you for a little ride
let me show you the pain and tears
of all the families you've torn apart
so you can give us hope by dying hopeless
you may think i'm conflicted, conphuzed
but my rage couldn't be more focused
i know things you would never believe
there's a truth burning in the center of the lie
and it's about to see the light of night
the overload of passion in the fist of hope
just wait until you look inside yourself
just wait until i show you
inside your own black heart
then you'll know why i'm so black
i live in a world you will never know
you've flipped the switch inside me
all the crows have come for you
goodbye bæutiphul children
hello fat amerika, fast food hell
and slobs of degenerate trash
ugnorant, deformed, psychotik
...god, this is so sad...
a fist of anger growing under the numbness
and even your own family won't support you
can't look for help from anyone but yourself
-- you cannot trust anyone --
pheeling tough because of where you were raised?
you don't have a phuking clue
my flesh is stone
my blood is cyanide
my bone is steel
my voice is suicide
i'm writing a homicide note
and taping it to a bomb
i'll watch this whole phukin city burn
with the reflection of phire in god's 3ye
and on the wings of a dragon, i'm coming home
and it will rayne godpiss from the heavens to your headstone