Lesser Animal
J. R. Hayes
Got no use
For psychiatry
I can talk to the voices in my head for free
Mood swings like an axe
Into those around me
My tongue is a double agent
(And, and, uh, he heard the screaming and flesh burning and he, he was running himself, but he saw this young man who had mocked him so much, and he saw him on fire, and he pulled him away from the blaze, and he was nothing but charcoal, he said, his hands frozen up, he had, uh, nothing left but his eyeballs, his ears were gone, his nose was gone, everything was gone)