Guru

Isn't it better to think
About what the fuck it is we really want
Why we do the things we do
The things that really haunt us, affect us, truly touch us
And these things we really we truly scare about the nightmares
Would you feel better off without you?
And you agree you shouldn't change your agreements
And should I force that fucking mouth shut?
Truth in the darkness is not what you want to see
Notice the ugliness, that's right
Work your facemeat into expression

Now you fucking listen:
We now know how it was always so even more ordinary, even more sloppy and even more disappointing
In your own words and your awareness you knew what wasn't anywhere near
The fact you still don’t know you know the fuck how it is
The fuck how you lived, the fuck how you’ll die
So while you stare at your blank self
From where I see it
From up here
It’s just the way it is
Just as that’s just the way it was
Just as I’ll call your fucking bullshit
Just as I’ll turn your hate to sympathy
Just as I’ll fuck you so hard
Just as I’ll work you like fucking slavery
Just as I'll put you in the fucking hot-seat
And if you’re willing to work and create altars
I’ll reach over
Take hold of the zip of your fucking parasite façade
And pull it down so, so, so quickly
Strike so very fucking fast
That that desperate tortured fragile soul of yours
Your tired slow tendered dissociated fucking core
Slides onto this floor
Dividing your split dysfunctioning carcass
Then it must be time to go inside and find out what the fuck it is that you really want
It's perfectness
It's shatteredness
Dissociated piss fear like economy apple juice
Like the damp urine perverts ask you to drink
Create the open can't-have butterfly in your monarch mind
Around a damaged hypocrite face
Because is anyone inside your mind
Afraid you no longer see a solitary fucking thing
A scaredness that can no longer be seen
Or find the final scarfed out air not to be inhaled
Now that finally air seems to taste of something
Even a person's own last stomach ache
Will need intimate facts to truly hate someone inside already?
Afraid of what you might not let me stop doing
Is anyone inside afraid to depend on this person's choice
Now, as I see it
From where I'm looking
That's really just the way it is