The Bitters

Broad brush painter overstuffed folder

You've got it labeled enemies I need to crush

It's a bit much

Big umbrella everyone sits under

Make it a target while you prime missiles for launch

Alright, that's enough

Wishing failure on a stranger eating shit until you choke

Even parasites have the foresight not to kill their hosts

Cold touch handshake, you've got a hang-up

You just can't seem to break

I'll just wait

Green eyes chapped, ass curled lip, you hiss the same bullshit list of tired complaints

It's getting late

Bedtime for jealous assholes

Wishing failure on a stranger eating shit until you choke

Even parasites have the foresight not to kill their hosts

Staring through fogged windows and calling it a microscope

It's not healthy, it's just control

Picking through each other's trash, gnawing at each other's bones

It's not righteous, it's just control

Wishing failure on a stranger and getting what you want

Wishing failure on a stranger, but you're still who you are