The GROTTO. How do I know you (№ 306035)

No one learns my language
I ought not to accept every slogan,
To listen who have a painful abscess.
I ought not boots caked with manure
To see right on my coffee table.
Until then sometimes go berserk boredom,
What happens the night is dreary,
But it gives me the shivers from knocking,
Breathtaking disgust.
Shut up, when I get sick,
All my alarms siren
And you will see inside the sarcophagus
Fingers scratched the walls.