Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
PSYCHO GIRL
In a bit of time there will be a day,
And in a day there will be some time,
But time is no important to some,
So why should it be this way.
She waited fourteen years to say I'm free,
But never did she say I was born evil.
They spoke for joy, that it came to pass,
Psycho girl you're all but gone.
You say you're gone to meet him,
But what if it's just A sick joke.
Are you sure you'll know for certain,
I don't see why, it couldn't be true.
The culprit of this action,
Is hidden away in time.
They'll never know who tempted you,
To seek the bitter end.
You loved a fight, and brutal conflict,
You though it was better than sex.
But your not the only one, my friend,
The family name is scorned.
Oh dear, Oh dear how bitter it is!
To hear those frightening words.
No more tears psych girl,
This time will be the last.
And so it seems, the day will pass,
And then they'll all forget.
But some will keep pushing on,
To honor woman kind.
To worship her as a living god,
And hold her on a pulpit high.
But I don't think I'll take
To that thought,
Or try to reason why.
Their failure is called virgin birth,
And none have been this pure.
The holy breeders they'll never be,
Nor a guide for those who seek;
The companion of a holy spirit,
Or the wisdom that it brings.
So drift away psycho girl,
And bite the bullet for all,
And they'll give you a name,
And a place to call home,
Six feet under where you belong.