Certain Type of Genius

<br>There is a certain type of genius<br>Who is proud to know so much<br>He skipped a thousand showers because he doesn`t need to touch<br>He hides his bastard faces behind thick panes of glass<br>They`re all that separate him from apish lower class<br>And the stench of love keeps snaking up his nose<br>Through all the snot his sinuses can hold<br>Believing all the lies he`s been told<br>Grows old so old <br>A Friday alone with friends he`s got but one or two<br>They`re geniuses like him you see<br>Nothing like all of you<br>They banter and they languish<br>With all ostentatious plea <br>They`re all so trendy and which they`re underground machines<br>And he wont be there when Jesus comes around<br>He`ll write a book on what his studies found<br>And deep inside hell learn to fear the sound of hope<br>He says why should I even try<br>I will let the oil soak in my face until the pimples shine<br>Like tiny mountains set in place<br>This lonely valley mine<br>Between the hills of opulence <br>They grow with strength and time<br>Scarlet clusters spring from skin to hide my missing spots <br>And he wont be there when Jesus comes around<br>He`ll write a book on what his studies found<br>And deep inside hell want to hear the sound of hope <br>When the world stabs you in the back<br>The worst thing you could do is become indifferent to<br>There is no they<br>No idiot brigade<br>Only a thousand you equally as bruised.