An Even Briefer History Of A Drowning Boy

I've got a feeling
Like a dog that's been beaten
Till it bites children

I've been sustaining myself on a steady diet of piss and vinegar
I've been smearing the shit of insults across my face like war paint
Let's empty our pockets and assess our worth
I've got 3 lighters, friends in high places who wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire, and 5 hollow points
Ever see what a hollow point does to a phony's fucking face?
Me neither, but I'm sure it's great

This is how the diary of a drowning boy
Becomes the manifesto of a broken man