Stoopid Quepid

Kill the Pain and Curse the Shallow

C.M. Barrett

don't worry about the afterglow

it's the least that'll burn your skin

don't fret for lies that spew from your lips

what'll kill you is buried within

don't speak to me with tones of rage

it's a look that does the most damage

don't fear me if you can't find love

what's a heart for? yeah I'll manage

don't give me, give me, give me hope

what's it for if you expect the same

don't use the space to exclude existence

fuck the movements and fuck your shame

don't put little pressure on finding yourself

paths are endless, but you refuse to grow

don't patronize the brazen cattle

if idiots are the stars of your show

don't simplify, or justify to give it body

won't bring back that little spark

don't testify for wrongs you've caused

it's still darkness when you're in the dark

don't you, don't you feed pagans pity

wouldn't ebb the tremors or the aches

don't care for caring, shows how little you care

and I don't care for your fucking mistakes

don't swoon the loons or play the piper

if some parade marches to your tired tune

don't kiss a frog to go from rags to riches

what's another cocks song, but a vulgar croon

don't write your sins in blood on walls

it's shit, confessing bastard confess

don't shred the nakedness that hides your soul

it's still void for your bleak distress

don't take time to think, it'll all work out fine

sometimes a bitter man knows no end

don't build the walls that fortify your cell

in my spite you will live condemned

don't you, don't you, don't you do it

it'll bleed me to the core

don't smile at me like all is forgiven

it's still nothing, and I give no more.

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