Now I’ve been thrusted out
A curse upon you
It’s good to know what game to play

When you bite too hard
I’ll drop my tail
And run faster

Within and out
I don’t believe in Karma
But sometimes
You strike ironic luck

We all have roles
Yours has a name in the DSM
The beast’s blonde mane
Bleached thin
Beyond the pale

Mine’s now red
Faster to surpass,
Outrun your cancer
And escape the gravity
Of your poison singularity

Where I become
Whipping girl
And soldier

Within and out
I don’t believe in Karma
But sometimes
You strike ironic luck

Wasting you
Wasting you
Wasting you

Only you have wasted you.