Footprints

A human leech Foul, you crawl into my field of vision, an empty speech Breaking the skin of concentration Jesus Christ, you make me sick Bloated and corpulent from disregard What you discard Your presence is leaving a scar Are you ready for the night? Put you out like the setting sun Four more words and then I'm done How the fuck did you think this would end? A filthy prick, foul parasitic imposition A dirty trick, a seasonal war of attrition So thoughtless, you're such a pig Bloated and indolent, and you assume what you consume It's other's business to reap and remove Are you ready for the night? Put you out like the setting sun Four more words and then I'm done A violent need to speak the truth, tired of bone and long of tooth Let's be clear, you're not welcome here again How the fuck did you think this would end? This is where it ends The swollen fingers of the modern age The human condition in a gross display Are covered in the grease of indulgence Anemic and weak with intemperance Clutching at the latest distraction Bleeding a most savage reaction Are you ready for the night? Put you out like the setting sun Four more words and then I'm done (get-the-fuck-out) A violent need to speak the truth, tired of bone and long of tooth Let's be clear, you're not wanted here, my friend How the fuck did you think this would end? Oh, how the fuck did you think this would end? How the fuck did you think this would end?