Kill The Creator

I'm starting to let things slip

I'm starting to let things slip in

Like water through an open window

Like leeches sucking at our skin

These maggots always have their say

These cowards always have to win

These has-beens love to grasp at straws

They feed the selfish beast within

Out with the old, in with the new

You've misused your influence

You've confused our congruence for cluelessness

Now it's your turn to pay for it

Broken bodies to match your six month friendship

Out with the old, in with the new means

The death of your bully mentality

The death of your mentor hypocrisy

The death of your political strategy

Thinners of the herd

You have nothing left for this world

It's time to shed your skin

The broken selfish scum within

Now you pay for all you did

Gun to head

Kill the creator