The Path
Thank the Lord
For I have sinned.
Oh my, oh my,
Where shall I begin?
I've walked the Path
Of crooked and thin;
I've felt no pain
And seized the day.
My friends have lost me,
My foes have not.
The drugs betrothed me
To dirt and rot.
Whores, thieves, and killers
Call me their son
While I walk towards
The loaded gun.
No honest man will know my name
Won't shake my hand, or take a glance.
They spit and frown, all at my sight,
But I don't blame them, for they're right.
All who follow me cannot,
I shall congratulate you and desert.
But those who fall for gifts of mine
My cryptic words, sardonic smile,
Dry bread, hard bed, acidic wine,
And see no harm in staying on this isle
Of bad and worse, of dead and empty,
I will welcome and corrupt thee
Till your soul breaks the bones
And twists the muscles
Till all of us forget our hustle
In the waltz of filth and dazzle,
This eternal feast of self
Where we do none but throw away.
