Six O'Clock News

June 2, 2003

Take this hand, take me far away
Blind these eyes so no longer must I see
That which disgusts…me
Please oh god oh
Please oh god please
Purge bile from this tattered psyche
Every thought burns, every sound a scream
Need a fresh coat of red on that wall over there
Step to it, kid, what’s the holdup?
You died today, you died, you…
Stop…I won’t listen…no, I’m not
La, la, la, la… fucking fag
Stop it pussy, aw, going to cry?
Silence the bitter siren’s song
This vast ocean churns but leads nowhere
A local man is dead in what police…
Abyss awaits, stop or you’ll drown
Relax…and breathe…and again
But I’m a good person, drink, drink
That’s it, just a few more
Perfect pockets of air spit and drop
Dissipate, as though you never were
Nobody ever missed you
Never once
Details as yet are sketchy…
Was I ever I?
Another’s nightmare, maybe
Or everyone’s?
Ugly baby not your pretty brother
Filled you up with ugly ideas
No better as a fucking child
Worse as a so-called man, ha, man
With more ideas, just shit ideas
Believed he took his own life…
You deserve nothing, you’re worth less
And worthless, ha, ha, that’s so funny
Brother’s got the car, shouldn’t have been so ugly
And stupid, oh so very stupid
It’s not me, it’s you, need my space
No, not next to me, somewhere else
You fill me with shame, you’re sick
I’m your mother, I should know
A single gunshot wound to the head…
You’re not important, don’t think you are
Oh that will look nice on your swelling ego
Getting too big for your fatass britches
Just because you make silk purses
From your own ear…listen…click
Pull me to safety, release safety
Find your release, you can go now
Paint it red, paint it, paint it you fuck
It can stop, oh it never stops,
Coward’s way out
Pull it fucking loser
Or I’ll never stop screaming
Hey coward, let me show you the door
On your way out?
Oh yes you are, you really fucking are
Pull it pull it pull it pull it pull it pull…
Family members described him as an ugly piece of shit