Broken Instrument - The Gamits

Good morning Mr. Heart

Thank you for meeting with me

I hope I’m not wasting your time

You look like hell today

Grey hair and polyester

I wonder if you’re flammable

Cause you’re gonna regret that you didn’t respect me

The god you believe in will still guarantee that you burn

I did now it’s your turn

Mr. Heart you have failed

My mother and my father

They trusted you with everything

Do you have any more

Guilt or humiliation

I don’t believe I’ve had my fill

My Ogden has taken me out in the hall

In an effort to make an example for all

I admit it did hurt just a bit

When the instrument broke on the back of my legs

I was proud and the anger was more than the pain that I felt

I hope you are in hell

You are the source of my worst frustrations

I will enjoy this retaliation

I will inform them of your transgressions

They will eject you

Know the error of your ways

Those halls are empty now

Cracked tiles and rusted lockers

That world had long been abandoned