You've Got Spiders

YOUR DIARY IS BLEEDING 'CAUSE THE WORDS ARE SO MISLEADING. THE PAGES RUN FROM YOUR EVERY WORD 'CAUSE THEY KNOW YOU LIE EVEN TO THEM. HUMANS LEARN FROM THEIR MISTAKES. YEAH, WE ALL GET OUR BREAKS, BUT WHEN IT'S TWENTY BREAKS A DAY, YOU DON'T GET THEM FROM ANYBODY. I'LL RECOGNIZE THOSE CAVERNOUS EYES. I'LL PULVERIZE ALL THOSE TINY LIES YOU WRAP UP IN A TORNADO OF EVERYTHING I HATE. YOU'RE THE BOTTOM OF THE PLATE, AND YOU'VE GOT SPIDERS. I'LL KNOCK ON WOOD FOR YOU AND MAKE A CALL TO THE HIGHER UPS, BUT THERE'S NO WAY I'M GOING TO WHERE YOU'RE GOING. THANK YOU. I'M NOT WAGING A WAR WITH THIS, BUT I'LL HAVE PICTURES TO SHOW MY KIDS. AND WHEN MY FRIENDS STOP BY, THEY'LL HUG THEIR NECKS 'CAUSE ALL OF DADDY'S FRIENDS LIVE LIFE WITH RESPECT. YOU'RE EVERYTHING I HATE. CONCRETE ON YOUR FEET, AND YOU SINK TO THE BOTTOM.