Shit Chipped Cookies

I once made out with a person to absoletly later on hate my fucking guts and body

My whole ego too, my whole cell build up of neurons telling me what to do and later on

I cant blame her though, even I sometimes dont know what the fuck even Im doing

But if you couldn't read through my shadows to my metal conscious silver surface

Then there was never hope for you or really the fact of the matter no hope for “Us”

So spit in my mouth just so I can toss it right back into your retina and let you see

See all the bullshit you ever cursed upon my name, the drooling verbal of your anger

I saw the sensation of an idol I came close to worshipping peel into rust and bitterness

Your communication flawed like an american justice system sparked my idea machine

Some things are just meant to be fuck up, your eulogy will pass once into my mind

But never come up as a thought ever again, the tomb or coffin to your sugary tears

The ingredients to this truth speaking come all natural with no artificial flavoring 

First ingredient enlightenment, while it's wise to know were others may come from

Understanding them or being empathetic, doing that for yourself must come first

Second Ingredient trust, whether you stopped trusting in me you trust my words

The meaning the message they send there is a voice you know that isn't lying

Third ingredient Resilience, this force will reach its destiny to deliver that sound

Deliver every ounce of communication because it is bulletproof and determined

So you would think this is a healthy snack but no it isnt it has too many carbs

I mean c'mon 74 grams per serving, that's like a P90x kryptonite for the body

Can't be any worse than those shit chipped cookies, mixed in mud and salt

Transpired in a stone oven heated by the ever burping giants of the smoky hills

Metaphorically you spit more chemicals and radiation than any nuclear nation

A broken peace agreement of promises that we inferred you kept but tore apart

Bad intentions like plaque I couldn't see grow on the back of your white teeth

But you didn't plan to cast the empty trojan horse on me leaving to forever wonder

But you did decide to make it happen, the chosen option got its pandora box

The chaos creator from paradise to inferno you merged those worlds to complete ennui

A purgatory to be filled with nothing, like a comet crashing into a collapsing star

That force was felt for a second then disappeared with a pop sounding like a balloon

So rise my shit storm, I am a fraud but nowhere near as fake as you, at least I admit it

You make up it on yourself like a second layer of new skin ready for an insta photo

While I try to drink it all away in a bottle of whiskey to realize it will never work like that

But the bitterness in my vomit will always taste better than those shit chipped cookies

I will always be better than those shit chipped cookies