Teeth Out

You smile and the whole room bends, my gut twists
the rage ascends, You rise in the light
I just stall and sink, You raise your glass
I just watch and drink, You stand there feasting
while I just crawl and wait.

I watch, I burn, I want Your turn.
I want your teeth out on the floor, White chips
red smear, you can’t talk anymore
You talk like you earned that throne
I want your jaw thrown, cold and alone.

You brag about winning, I just stare at the cost
You strut and you choke on the feeling you lost
You preach and you shine while I leer from the side
I’m waiting to taste the black rot you hide.
I twitch, you grin, I taste Your sin.

I want your teeth out on the floor
No more pretty story pouring from that door
You live like the world loves your sound
I want one punch To shut you down.
No knives, no gun, Just fist, one run, One swing
one crack, Your smile Turned black.

I want your teeth out on the floor, Broken chorus
no encore, You fed on my hunger, wore it like art
I want one hit Right through your heart.
You beam. They cheer. I clench. Next year.