i love to have a break from you

when you stick your beak in my eye

and pick and pick and pick and pick

like a greedy chick, sticky like gore,

i will make a soup out of you - sworn

at katharsis you stand where my path bends

waiting, aiming for my head to squash with a baseball bat - sworn

who even called you? i didn't summon you? 

why you chose me to make an example of?

and i swear i will crush you one day like a fruit,

sweet it will be, on a random afternoon,

i shall be healed, i bet it is soon,

that i don't have to wish no breaks from you.