But I

Fasten your seatbelts
we're going for a ride
I'm fucking pissed
and you'll sit, be quiet, and abide

I paid my dues
and sacrificed well
it's time you listen
and agree to quell
this is disaster
this is pain

I'll give you three seconds
and you'll return this insanity
to ground zero
where the tragic answer
will be as anticlimatic
as me quickly pulling the trigger

avoid me at all costs
and avoid yourself even more
this denial, dissociation
is as antithetical to transcendence
as your speaking
as if you knew

any better
couldn't stand a chance
good is no longer relative,
it's anything but you