This Affliction

It’s a calculated crumble may it rumble through the night Mr. Mark-my-words ain’t crazy, he just sworn he seen the light And my insides are all ragged from the work that I been doing on myself Oh my insides are all ragged, but they tell me that it’s good for my health For my ah ——-ah———-ah———ah——-affliction You gotta stand for something I would die for my beliefs I would shout em from the rooftops I would take em to the streets Or more likely I will sit at home and type them til my fingers bleed Or more likely I will kill for them and blame it on society Blame it on this ah————ah——-ah———ah call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction ah———-ah——-ah——-ah——-this affliction It’s a crooked combination of grandeur and grief pick apart my lonely heart it’s morbid motif But I look pretty from a distance and the rest is history Won’t you paste my face under my name in Georgia and call it breaking? Call it ah————ah——-ah———ah call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction ah———-ah——-ah——-ah——-this affliction Ah————ah——-ah———ah call it what you wanna, just say it with conviction ah———-ah——-ah——-ah——-this affliction