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6. Primal instincts

Supressed primal instincts,

I'm told not to express,

ten thousand years of agriculture

force me to repress.

If I lived by nature,

I'd live by dominance.

But cops and courts and prisons

make me play this game of chess..

Perfect plastic people;

inside's a fucking mess.

Everyone's about to snap

but most just won't confess.

When civilized life crumbles,

and none of this is left

Won't hesitate when I must

stab this knife into your chest.

There's really nothing else..

to sit and contemplate.

I just want to stab you so

that you can feel my hate.

Why are you still here?

I think you're fucking fake.

Your pitiful existence tells me

I should seal your fate.

I don't want to see you;

I hate your fucking face.

I should just fucking kill you

so that I don't have to wait.

Your life means fucking nothing..

you insignificant waste.

What else must I say so you'll

forever leave this place?