Chicks Are So Shallow
Screaming lead bullets of anguish perforate my tortured skull
My existence is a concerto of catastrophe, a symphony of suffering
A sonata of sorrow
Only I see the morbid, bleeding truth behind the plastic commercialized megamall lies
Chicks are so shallow
Why do they gravitate to the empty hollowness of males with strength and self-confidence?
Don't they know that to have to the gall to approach a girl and initiate a conversation is to be an evil arrogant misogynist date-rapist?
Damn you shallow whores
I shun the world of strength, self-confidence, and healthy facial complexions
I am ashamed of my penis
Alone I lurk on the shadowy margins outisde your world of phoniness
The pain of my purgatory grants me the power of superior perception
I have eyes to see the truth of pain and death
A soul to feel the infinite agony of this earthly existence
Damn you brazen strumpets
How can you choose laughter and fun when all is pain and darkness?
How can you humor the advances of testosterone-drunk football hero rapists when I offer you my world of darkness and misery?
(Not as in actually, outwardly OFFER, I mean "allow you access after you take the initiative and effort to penetrate my 3491 layers of withdrawn painful shyness")
How can you?
Whores.
Chicks are so shallow.
