THE THINGS THEY DO TO ME

THE THINGS THEY DO TO ME

The things they did to me
I was too tolerant
They are so constant
In the things they do to me
I was a little ignorant
The wicked things they do today
I was so patient
Accepting like the ancients
I was born on an early morn
Before the break of dawn
I came through the mortal doors
Dramatically mystical
Mystically prodigious
I have given all that I've got
And I haven't got a lot
I am sick and tired
Of the things they do to me
Is this the way it is ment to be?
Is this the way it's got to be?
The things they do to me
Let it be
My cup shall overflow
As my resistance grow
I am gonna glow
Yes I am gonna blow
Like the heat of the lava flow
Melting all upheavals in my way
This mortal flock
Is of evil stock
Whose only purpose seems to shock
But I am now immune
To your ambiguous rune
For you are no longer in tuned
Running round like bloody buffoons
Acting like crazed baboons
Your actions are not coherent
You are not even relevant
But your self-righteousness
Is a test of stress that I endure at best