Frienemies and 'Y' Flop Culture

Dropkick-cranium
and a drug induced concussion
Life and daily routine fall
yet you keep running and spreading
you believe in wildfire and you've come to burn me.
I hope the wind doesnt blow too hard
because we all know it could change you,
would most likely change you.
You exist and it kills me
with rage I see you all running about
daily lives of bullshit, lies fly out of your mouth
All the playlist is feel good hate
to cure the acerbity left by your face.
to you, I am pleasantly hidden taste
but your habits bring forth my acrimony
and noone here can save  me.
Meet me at the street named Apoplexy
outside of the cafe Nasty
and see if I care if i care about anything
as much as you care about yourself
all i dont get is the gall you show to you
and the ones who claim to care about someone not real
but again im hated by you because of how i wear my choler
while you are the sun in yours and your virtual world.