||snuff-corey taylor||

what I've done to deserve to be hated i do not know,
to suffer the same punishment that you upon your father bestow,

what it takes for you to be convinced I'll never see,
after I've worn my intentions with you on my sleeve.

what calls for an abandonment of fruited spirits,
is it trauma? is it nurture? is it islam? or just bad habits?

one way or another the world will know,
that you crossed paths with me for i will show,

greys similar to yours, intentional or naught,
for we are, after all, a mosaic of the ones God brought.

||snuff-corey taylor||