Nail Biter Theory

I never been a nail biter growing up in a world full of snail fighters
I'm just another smothered garbage pail writer
I'm pale in comparison to the rest of these failed prison derelicts
these over cooked at the stake prejudice heretics

making no sense but they collect pay checks
sticking out their heads so I can slay necks
getting fucked so much I pray for less sex
and disconnect their payless stray pets

I'm like an ageless ancient vagrant
embalmed in sweet fragrance
equipped to let my pen meet pages and pages of scribbled down sayings
until I collect payment after payment for making these changes

I'm known to some as a quiet scribe waiting patiently
and to others as a courageous masochistic sadist
I paint my face painless to hide all my pain its a pain
but I'm a steal like stainless, I'm the brain, your the anus

I rhyme advanced while your still learning the basics
I believe in nothing more than pagan atheists
craving a little truth to seduce your playlist
and sooth your sorrows until your mood is nameless

my final core theory is to store dreary for your cheery
and grow spores fearing the end is closely nearing
repent resist or remain retarded
unless you really revere these ridiculous departed

ways of living its giving me migraines
and I don't even get migraines
but I'm starting to find the more I pay attention
the more I wish I nevermind

it fills up our plate, how do you relate then
they wonder why we're all so full of hate and
that sucks to put it plainly
my head above water just trying to stay free