heretic

i've got a mouthful of spit for all the idiots, the pretty kids and their politics, your false intellect is rhetoric but go ahead, talk all your shit while you sit and, starve for the right to hate, yell with your mouth shut, feel like priority, i relish in the comedy, write and repeat their disease, it goes 123212321232 i see through you. more shit from a thoughtless mind, spitting vision of another's eyes, it sells and feels like a merchant christ, every thorn from another's side, everyone moves their tongues to the detest, just enough to taste the top of the rungs, all "full of hate," but i don't hear shit, load your gun with all of my words