Singer: F. P. G.

Abnormal, informal, rude, unfashionable,
*** nobody wants, and therefore free!

Sometimes I am so very sick.
Disgusting evil, arrogant.
I any high sense of debase,
I am any bastard would serve as an example.

Yes, I know what I am cruel,
As I to tear your eyes make.
I spit in the souls of those who are dear to me,
Those I miss so dearly.
I sometimes ruthless,
How my heart to other people's pleas muffled.
I hope for nothing, I know
It would be stupid...
... think better of me.

I Pontius Pilate, the Procurator of I,
From the past to you, I returned today...
But my cloak was replaced by a hospital gown,
And the stupid doctor told me that I ***@tered.

To each his own:
Someone to rot, whom bloom,
Someone in heaven to cock.
Someone to live - not a field,
Someone to live - a reason to smile.

I alone like an idiot, am at war with itself.
And in this battle very often win.

I had a nice smile, realizing how all the hate
To see my stupid happy grin.