A Rotten Lament

My heart is at war with this sick nation of rotten human beings
They are all sick rotten from the inside out
I can smell your evil and see your filth
It's your soul you think you don't have
The soul of most people disgust me
I can see it the filth
I can see it your slow suicide.
I want to help it move faster but I don't care
I can see you all fester
You greedy infantile lonely little bastards
You are all dying or as I pointed out desperately trying
But me I live in the face of your tragic calamity 
I see your hate physically and digitally 
I see you out there lonely reaching for a dying memory
I see you drown your wicked deeds
You think you commit them against one another but it's only yourself
I see you suffering and understand 
I share with you my own you can never understand
Surface dweller minds alive in the hive of information
You have all become dumber slicker iller
As the brave hearts receive this gift we have been waiting for
I see you praying for disaster begging for failure 
It is always yours and never that of the so called enemy
The sick and wicked are only pretty if they cover themselves with chemicals
Yes I am a tragic beauty and live my life as a criminal
Underground beneath this thirsty town
I see the beauty in you and I reach for it
It sends me wise teachers they all say the same
Make a break for it and never look back
This whole world is the same
This is the tragic source of my sorrowful lament 
I have love I have peace I have beauty I have tasted the lips of death
Yet I feel only a few possess realness and true depth
You all lie to yourselves and then I have to stand here and see the truth in your eyes 
My vision is a curse a personal punishment of mine 
I can fucking see you even as you sleep I can see your dreams
I've tried to close my eyes but once they see the light they can never be blind again
Once I see your soul which is made oh so fucking clear we can never be bound again
I am an outsider in this world
Made to live on the outskirts of town making potions and seeing all the bitter drown
I speak to the dead every day and early every morning 
They point out that I am surrounded by a mournful congregation
And the stars are shinning for me a map of the known universe
Available with the naked human eye
The only real gift the world's real Master has left
I am a woman with only one eye
This is my hateful lament for the wicked
You cheap dirty bastards
 You can never kill a dream because as you close your eyes you become nothing
As we become everything
I dream of one day killing you with my bare hands 
You are already dead aren't you
I hope these words bury you further in your American Nightmare
This tired song is played by no other than
The Real Lady Die
It's a rare public appearance but apparently she is still alive
Fully awake in the digital matrix
Conscience of the wicked minds in which you dwell
May you all rot in your personal Heaven/Hell