Rot in Pieces

I am cancer
I am blame
Toxemia with a face and a name
Infected heritage
Burn it down
Get the fuck out
Only the same in namesake
No memory, no sentiment
Another homesick runaway
Another noose on the family tree
Strung tight, apathetic genetics, biochemical error
Reject, reject
Strung tight, violent rejection
Twist the knife, dig out the nerve
Make me feel nothing at all
Live in spite, die in vain
You and I don't bleed the same
I hope you're buried without a eulogy to sit through
I feel sick whenever I think about you
Eldritch blood in my veins
Ruin me from the inside out
Regret never sufficed like a bullet in between the eyes
Nothing satiates better than a bullet to the fucking brain