Morning Garbage

[Sound of shattering glass] (Spoken) "Yeah. Keep your "peaceful morning" garbage. This isn't a lounge, this is a prison cell. And I’m the warden, and I’m b*****g the whole building down. Listen up." Sunlight is a damn laser beam b*****g through my eyes I hate the morning, I hate the silence, I hate all your lies My brain is a meat grinder, spinning at a thousand miles I’m sick of the routine, the pathetic, hollow, fake-a*s smiles Get me out of this robe, get me out of this coffin house I’m a cornered animal, not some lazy, pathetic mouse I don’t want your comfort, I don’t want your "easy" track I want to rip the throat out of every fucking setback! The fridge is humming? I’ll smash it with a fucking lead pipe I’m done with the waiting, I’m done with the pathetic, soft-bellied hype The emails can rot in the server, I’ll burn the whole building to the ground There’s no peace in this void, only a loud, screaming, hateful sound My b***d is boiling over, I’m vibrating out of my skin Welcome to the absolute filth, let the real misery begin I’m not a professional loafer, I’m a ticking, violent b**b And I’m tired of being quiet, I’m tired of acting calm! This is the art of tearing everything apart! I’m stomping on your "peaceful" with a cold, black heart No quotas to meet? I’ll create my own w*r! I’m the king of the carnage, the mess on the floor! F**k your easy listening, f**k your quiet, fake vibe I’m the rot in the system, the p****n you can't prescribe Yeah, keep spinning, keep spinning, watch the whole thing collapse! I’m the final fucking error in your pathetic, lazy maps! My phone is a weapon, I’m throwing it against the wall I don’t want your calls, I don’t want your help, I don’t want anything at all Fruity Die-no-bites? I’ll c***e on the fucking box I’ve got no date with myself, I’m picking the goddamn locks The world is a sewer, and I’m the biggest piece of shit You want an easy life? Go eat it, and c***e on every bit I’m perfecting the art of the total, unadulterated hate And I’m dragging the whole lot of you down to hell with my fate! They call it stagnation, I call it a w*r! I’m tearing the hinges right off of this door! No stress? No mess? I’m the king of the goddamn wreckage! I’m the broken promise, the violent, unwanted message! I’m not blase, I’m not content, I’m a feral, starving beast And I’m coming for your "peaceful" like it’s a fucking feast! This is the art of tearing everything apart! I’m stomping on your "peaceful" with a cold, black heart No quotas to meet? I’ll create my own w*r! I’m the king of the carnage, the mess on the floor! F**k your easy listening, f**k your quiet, fake vibe I’m the rot in the system, the p****n you can't prescribe. (Spoken) "Blah-la-land is a graveyard, and I’m the one digging the hole!! Nowhere to be? I’m taking total, violent control!! Just me, the void, and the b***d on the hardwood floor. Finally done!! Finally d**d!! F**k you all!!"