Antietam

My hell lives inside of a brick house
 Windowless, full of noise that bleeds out
 From the bullet hole in the sides of my fucking head
 You motherfucks, I'm done
 A curse on your fucking head
 Your blood on my hands
 Years of self-sacrifice
 Years of cleaning up your mess
 Fucking ungrateful
 Every fucking sub-group from cardigans to leather vests
 You're all fucking shit and I'm fucking buried in it
 All I have left is short of the grave
 I am penniless and fucked up
 Empty, half of my fucking will sucked out
 You're all shit and I'm fucking buried
 I hate!
 From cardigans to leather vests, you're all shit
 Heart hard as stone, black as crow
 I reject them
 All I have left is my balls and my word