Roaches in the sink, I'm cooking something deadShe's holding my mistakes up over my headI'm simmering my meal with utter patienceShe's screaming out bleeding verbal mutilationsA fed up Serbian kills Archduke FerdinandUnhinging the wrath of millionsTime to drink myself intoOblivionStagger down the hall, open up the doorRipped up photographs are scattered across the floorSevered pieces of mePieces of my faulty personalityI walk inside the room, She's staring hard in rageWith a stern moral expressionMy future's lookingUnpleasantI can't afford this psychotic trauma pain thingI can't afford it anymoreI can't afford the overwhelming weirdnessA murderous silence, she stares down at her feetI take this as a cue, that I'm supposed to speakIn words of heartfelt convictionAnd kneel before the priestFor my act of contrition
