Like Shit

kick the shit out of me
'cause I don't like to be free

you keep my foot in line
without moving an inch

a new shiny belt
whips my spine and welts

spread disease
then timber be

let me follow
down into hell

a quiver in my bone
leaves me all alone

I feel a moonlit rush
and you're all I touch

cracking my pencil
I'm afraid where this will go

kill my fiends
all by yourself

hunt me down,
down into hell
with you.