The fence outside is rotting
And along with it, my tongue
The scraps of life I try to eat
They only taste of mold
There’s death planting seeds all around me
Waiting to grow into crops
It’s come many times for the harvest before
Slowly filling up the swamp
With no God to blame
I can only blame myself
No reason to repent
When I am the punisher
I hoped that I could find something
To beat the shit out of
So maybe I could get even
But things don’t change at all
The world that I see only through the window
Is nothing but a motion blur of brown
Once I think I held it in my puerile child hands
But when I reach out, I can’t feel it anymore
With no God to blame
I can only blame myself
No reason to repent
When I am the punisher
I hoped that I could find something
To beat the shit out of
So maybe I could get even
But things don’t change at all
