Bear Molester - Columns

I am the sickest out of every last one of you.

This isn’t hip­hop.

I just simply lost my head.

I simply missed my meds.

The day will be a little crazy (fucking berserk).

Little kids are all staring 'cause I am the zombie.

Walking tall but knowing shit.

Every person has a hole, a void, a pit.

The death that pesters is a world that’s run by medicine.

And I forget mine and it’s fatal.

Because I’m flawed, like everyone of you.

That bottle makes me flinch.

Little kids are all staring because I am the zombie.

Walking tall but knowing shit.

The crunch of your crushing skull

will make things easier for you to understand.

Frantic in an extreme rage of fury.

For no reason.