Football Season Is Over

By the time you read this I'll finally find my peace After I finally find my piece that I hide under the sheets The beast is all on me, the beast and its army, breathing on me Leaning on me, keeping me feeling like I got a precinct on me Told me that I wasn't necessary Preceded to scold me like I was in Secretary "Leave me alone" I pleaded, I'm on to Tommy and Larry "I'm feeding my people at home, please do not come near me" But I know the debtor, company's policy, honestly Totally got the false sense of comradery See I was adept at keeping my family from the scope of things When I was scoping things, when I was choking necks When I was stabbing necks and put them in acid baths and jet When I would rope them even in open views of bassinets Stole rings when I passed checks I opened things in vaults you couldn't imagine yet Top level employee, live in the foyer Because I'm always called in for not doing it your way Always meeting Philip the divorcee in the hallway Drinking up the coffee, yelled at for horseplay I'd always get the job done, with the cops - none But with the fucking cop's gun if I have to, with the fucking cap gun Vince Vaughn in the backroom, but you'd actually catch one When I'd pull the magnum from its back-strap, remember that one? Assassin number 1 when the factory started We called it the factory manufacturing action artists Caught me when I was heartless for humanity Had started replacing missiles in the parked car batteries Initially I was pleasing them in car parks And using the spare car parts to carve darts to use randomly On the common man, like the dude standing on the corner A bomb with his hand in his goose with his family Hero became a villain, filling the blanks, I'm feeling I'm Hilary Banks on the evening of Trevor's death Little acclaim given, shitty disdain spilled in The killings I rank better believe was nowhere left Said I was reckless, this was offensive I did my best for them, more than a check list The work got done, calendar filled with x's Left New York, worked at the headquarters in Texas Got a husband, home, babies, I'm making breakfast Sending them to school with boxes of raisins and shit to profess This with labors of love and my babies hug me every morning Bursting in my room with little construction paper drawings Left the house - to the building Every day the double life brought fulfillment Elevated to the basement where I checked in To the locker room to get fitted with weapons Every business trip I took relentless Every school play I had perfect attendance Had a balance as much as my Hannibal character let me Dexter would have envied the temper I kept in me They crept at night, they checked the lights They broke the lock, they climbed the stairs, they left me just to fight They took the only thing I ever cared in life So now with nothing left, I want my chest alight Goodbye