A Little Bitter (Live)

How the mind does shout for rest When the body's shaking me Oh this tightness in my chest Still your leaves I'm raking Oh Lord is this a test Was it fun creating me My god's a little sick Still he wants me gracious Who Are you Who can see It's ok to live through me Live to be Part of me You're a week old magazine Yeah Was it something that I said Was it 'are they breaking me' I'm so selfish paying your rent While your blood I'm taking You Bend me Like a tree Dirty dollar bills for leaves Dark in a sea Of my seed And the tears on which you feed You feed The body is a temple A dormant alter To where infantile men lie around Itching and nibbling Hoping for a small piece of sanity That which you cannot give Change! Individuality Buying pennies with my soul And a little heaven spent While the hell am I taking Me Parasite Hide from life You know they'll remember me They are at war In self-worth All that matters much to me