whatiwas

and so, freed...
shut the fuck up when i'm talking to you, this is supposed to be read as a scream and heard by silent ears and adoring faces, SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN I'M TALKING, I'M TALKING AT YOU AND NOT WITH YOU, SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN I'M TALKING, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP,
shut the fuck up, i let the language be my overture to purge the motherfuckers that could care less, this is not a message to anyone in particular but it's got something specific in mind,
in some ways this is a song to myself (whoever you are, come forth), its subject is guilt and that's a mighty long time, but I'm here to tell you its time is done, I'm calling out all bullshit masters of ceremony, and I don't mean MC's, I mean those who mean to carry on the bullshit dance of obligation and dependency, I don't want to imply any of these things are bad in and of themselves but they are when they swell and sway, my love for me affords this explanation: I am a villain,

and i'm sick of singing that fucking tune, it doesn't challenge me anymore,

shut the fuck up.