Religion?? [JAN 09]

Who am i?
just a useless, fuck up kind of guy
night walker, sky watcher
catch me any night
out and about, wandering around
rockin' the orange and brown
loggin' miles on my body
makin' markes on this town
with a black hangin' out my mouth
leavin' a trail of blood,
the bad brain matter, makin' dead meat
honey, im a different breed
a craving for stress
pressure on my brain
something i like to test
and an inclination to give the best
i know it all, and seldom get to rest
[c]
when your mind is hard at work
does your body get to play?
when the pills you take dont work
does it seem worth it to stay?
cause ive been through the miles
seen through disguises
and the city never lies,
so here is where i'll die.
[..c]
you dont know what i know
cause in the night, everything shows
you're see through like these shop windows
and still more miles to go
cant rest till i reach perfection, the goal
a figure in the dark, yeah, thats it
a superhero that cant save shit
thats me, jaded, evaded
by good memories worth savin'
a fuck up, a scum bag
a dash of luck and i end up as a cum rag
i shouldn't be here
hot wheels serve a better purpose
instead go get a happy meal
that's a better service
[c]
a little bitter? yeah, why not?
life is peachy, till your best friend gets caught
rollin' round in /your/ bed
tryin' to lie and claim he's /your/ friend
and a bitch tryin' to fake belief in trust
a victim of lust? fuck, you had a plan
conniving little cunt and i saw it, damn
but could say i'm mad? naw I thank you much
it's the same story for all of you
scars are just a lesson learned
so why waste my time with school?
like it, i learn from your actions, and both are a waste
and it hits quick, high, not confused, not preterbed
i somewhat welcome death, cause hell can't be worse
now your gone, i can't be happier
you've been replaced, couldn't have been any better
and out on the streets, i find my home
and i see memories, in the places i roam
if i dont make it back to that house
it's cause i got priorities,
sleep doesnt make the list
life is peachy, lovely, as long as i got these feet to move me
but i get greedy, my savior is going to kill me
[c]