I wanna smother my baby
on the 9 o clock news.
I want Nancy Grace
to make me the monster I am.
Let me run on infinite repeat,
while I cover my face with my jacket
as police lead me through the street.
Just when you think I can't sink deeper,
I hit an all-time low,
I'll advocate the Holocaust
on every round-table news show.
Watch my baby die,
as I squeeze real soft, a pillow,
over her sweet face.
Then let me get on national cable
and declare glory for the master race.
The news is as good
and frightening as any horror story,
except every day the stories
get more and more gory.
Which is great, it satisfies our
increasing blood lust.
But really when does too much
become too much?
I can't turn my eyes
away from the screen
While I watch the video
of 4 girls beating 1
as she screams.
Thank god we have put
love in the gang bang
and sincerity into the thrill kill,
but I'm getting poor now,
and I think someone else should
start to foot the bill.
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