I'm an accident waiting to happen
A small boy with many words and few actions
Reactions appease my desire for attention
Substances tend to lead to my ascension
Inspired verses all mixed up with curses
Formulaic choruses melody rich and subjective
Operation save my soul from the cold in my soul
Altruistic by appearance, but insecure and quite conceited
Now addicted, afflicted and somewhat defeated
Out with the old and in with the new
With a venomous tongue, I do not much, but spew
