Goat

Because the end is nigh
I really think I should be leaving you
there isn't much more time
as the sun is shining in a cold dark sky
and you don't want me here anyway
you thought of nothing but another night's lay
and as I walk away I think I hear you say--no, scream
that the end is today, but you don't want me to stay
you never want to see my face again
providing blame for problems
scapegoat antidote
I'll chew on the grass on the other side of the fence
and now you find yourself alone
downing pills and looking for an escape
tangled inside the grapes of wrath
all you see is the wine
you'll twist the thorns deeper in your side
because it's fashionable
to suffer
and say it makes you feel alive
and you're falling, inside you're crawling
thought the spiders aren't even real
another dose, the poison through your bones
and the final string is tied
the flies are leaking, the blie doesn't even sting your eyes
and as I swallow the mess down my throat
because the weeds of the earth are the pain that I've felt
and the bugs of the earth make their nests in the dark
and it's blackest on the inside of myself