On a Plate - MotorPsycho

Go, while you still have the will to do —

Go pour your goo on someone new

Now your mind is doing time in its own prison

Feeding on itself ignoring sense and intuition:

A vile, bitter dish, topped with hate served on a plate

Whoever said it was easy out there?

Vile and deceitful you’re wearing your crown

It will just weigh your moth-ridden conciense

Down!

Down!

Down!

Down!

Down!

Down!

Down!