Commandments - by Erik Smith
welcome
to disaster
your first and final master
ripping you away from friends
coterizing your loose ends
creating another fucking bastard
it's
ironic isn't it
you flip off who you think are fucks
saying you would never
could never
will never be one
and then you become
i'll
say
you'll do
fucking up everything inside of you
i'll command
you'll obey
fucking you further and further away
then
the time comes
i finally disappear
you feel empty
then full of primal fear
left with nothing
needing me
being free
you cannot be
no
identity
no hope
now you dangle from a rope
