In the canyons, yeah, of the big divide
There be a hell of a lot of shit that make me sick inside
Could be an ill-tempered fucker while I’m trying to survive
An inimitable level of awareness in mind (regretfully)
Try to keep that fucken arrogance down
But be constantly disgusted at the apes living on the ground
And I throw pieces of fruit from the trees
Like I’m standing tall while cunts are suckin’ dick from the knees

Religion, like fatigue sweating out of their pores
Small talk – I can be a dry cunt like menopause
Alcohol: a shortcut to relaxation
Don’t they dream of meaning while they scurry through the train station?
I’m impatient, ready to feast
Though I think I’m just made to be unhappy, ‘cause I’m never at peace
And maybe when I’m tired, blame it on you
You really bore me; gossiping in blood from the mouth wound

Negativity be born of fear or irritation
But then, the anger’s just one of fear’s manifestations
I guess that makes sense, ‘cause I’m really paranoid
I know that magic exists and hope I’m never devoid
I doubt I’m special and I know I’m not likeable yeah
Corrupted by a paradox that makes me frightfully scared
In the city where I hide in cloaks
Behind the people proof fence where the truth is a joke

The main thing is that I try to not resort to violence
No the hate’s not real, it’s just I love the silence
To a peaceful man, motivations of the furious
are full of childishness, like a bloated uterus
Remember that my thoughts make the world around that I see
My moods make me think bad and that’s the reason I be cranky
I just really gotta wait it out
But sometimes it ain't easy when I just wanna prove that I count

Not a real thought flowing from that hole in your lid
So often wanna take back all the love that I give, and empathy
'Cause inconsiderate people leave me empty
I think I’m more evolved, the obtuse seem plenty
Enemies I have because I grow resentment
When everyone around seems possessed with contentment
Happy to be dumb and annoying; got no common sense
Leave them behind like the fucken past tense

And I know intelligence is just a criteria
Not a judgment, so I can’t feel superior
After all, other animals show security
While one as smart as me is never free of self-scrutiny
But despite this I wanna start a mutiny
I hate with a passion both the bully and the groupie
Do me a favor and just hold your tongue
I’m trying to grow a new heart while you’re still trying to grow thumbs

Adrian Incarnate 2011