Hundreds of Japanese fangirls

Screaming out my name.

I sing my tortured lyrics

'cause I can't rip you out of my mind.

You're like the black plague,

deadly and abusive

like an anaconda

squeezing life from my lungs.

You make me hunger for asphyxiation.

You'll never notice me,

like those teenybopper whores,

throwing themselves at me,

stinking of perfume and alcohol.

But you're different.

You never look at me.

You tell me I'm not talented.

And to take out this agression,

I scream.

I scream out my agression

In this embrace we like to call "art".

I can see you watching me

From the back of this cigarette-scented auditorium.

I embrace my anger,

the frustration, the rejection.

In my lyrics, I find escape.

In my music, I find release.

In my art, I find acception.

Acception I can only hope to recieve from you.