Bitch at my heel

Bitch at my heel

Ssshhh, I know the god damn answer to the obvious depression

Sitting at my heel like a dog staring up for scraps under an obsession

Barking out to me when I wake up from my naps and

I just want to take the mother fucker back

Drive the fur mange to the pound, slice it down to the entrails 

In round-worm hamburger sluice meat, ring-worm value meals

Gangrene with maggots for potpourri seasoning 

Dust up the fur-ball let the lice in the atmosphere

Air-wick candles in Johnson & Johnson compressed healthcare

Don’t need to cure the virus just cover up the aroma

Put the rank on layaway and faith prayers for the Pampilloma

Deficiencies and lag mouth wagging a tongue 

That bitch keeps looking up at me, where is my gun

Under the pillow with all these bastard memories

Playing keep away with my sanity and all I have are these granite teeth

Crumbling, can’t speak a damn sentence to an empathetic ear

Because who the fuck wants to venture all the way down here?

Spelunking for quasi-humanity, keep these angler fish assassins

All the way the fuck away from me

Stop signs on corridors ignored obeying the rules got me here

Alone like a little boy blue blowing his horn to deaf ears

Destroy the system, bullshit callous ways

Working at a job to hide the truth from the masses for a holiday

Gone vacation to play pretend ain’t a damn honest soul

Who wants to hear the truth after the drum roll?

I am just a cog in the machinery, roll me over. contemplating burglary

Steal somebody else’s wife like a new world hijack

Adulterous intentions and where does a husband put the lo-jack?

Can’t keep it in the diaphragm, The lines are tattooed in cursive on the skin 

If my daughter wasn’t here I know this way this story would end

Wipe the hard drive, erase the tracking mechanism like a fresh clean alibi

Shot in the line of duty, reinvent what love means and maybe that bitch will run

Canine clench and the path is never over with