Overneath the Path of Misery

“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.”

[William Shakespeare]

Stare into my Kodak Rome Jack hammer ice eyes

Never thought you'd see the asphalt

Crack crack crack like a black egg shell

Don't ever say I never warned you from the start

Don't ever say I never warned you from the start

You're not a shovel, and I'm not your dirt

Is there any way to unswallow my pride?

Can I fuck myself down?

Why die when you can kill the father,

Dad is missing an 'E'

Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense

Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense

No, no, no, no, no reason

No, no, no, no, no reason

No, no, no, no, no reason

High and overneath

High and overneath

I won't regret letting you live

Even if you forget or you never saved me from

So I say whatever or for never

For for for for for for never

For for for for for for never

For for for for for for never, whatever

The rape of Persephone was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks

The rape of Persephone was a marketing scheme

Rape rape rape per so phony

Rape rape rape per so phony

Rape rape rape per so phony

Rape rape rape per so phony

High and overneath

High and overneath

Overneath

Overneath

Overblown

Unbeloved

Cannot be low

From the top of my lungs

To the bottom of my heart

I scream

At the chasm in between

And the path of misery

Overneath

Overneath

Overblown

Unbeloved

Cannot be low

From the top of my lungs

To the bottom of my heart

I scream

At the chasm in between

And the path of misery

High and overneath

High and overneath

No no no no no reason

No no no no no reason

No no no no no reason