CHOOSE STRIFE.

CHOOSE STRIFE.
sneak

I lack the moral fibre.
No-one lacks like me.
Living with a habit -
instead of therapy.
Reasons, give me reasons.
No one really cares.
Colonised by wankers.
He who buggers, dares.
Modesty in hiding.
Make it through the night.
My state sponsored addiction.
I've seen the flashing light.
Render me majestic.
Hereditary slag.
Making cash from chaos.
Your body is my bag.
The smallest of betrayals.
Pricks with shit for blood.
No longer 'Happy smiley'
Just a fuck misunderstood.
Illusive is my yearning.
Predominately weak.
In your eyes repulsion.
I dare you not to speak.
Moral free conviction.
Our satisfying shame.
I'll take your body fluids -
but never take the blame.

sneak