Birth Defect - Helmet

All the good that you discover

In people that you hate

Draw them close and pencil thin

Then theyre easy to erase

Youve got it down just feed them lines

And watch them starve to death

Keep them crowded and short of air

Then you can take their last breath

Id rather be insulted by you

Than someone I respect

If I dont share the same view

Its just my birth defect

All the good that never comes

From always getting your way