Fear and Loathing in Mahwah, NJ-Titus Andronicus

[ti:Fear and Loathing in Mahwah, NJ] [ar:Titus Andronicus] [al:The Airing of Grievances] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.52]Fear and Loathing in Mahwah, NJ - Titus Andronicus [00:02.73]Written by：Patrick Stickles [00:03.64] [00:07.30]Why do you do the things you've done [00:11.42] [00:12.20]And how dumb would you have to be [00:14.89] [00:16.85]To do them again like I know you're going to [00:22.17] [00:26.46]If you're the poet you say you are and beauty's in everything you see [00:33.84] [00:35.93]Then how can love exist in a world run by people like you [00:41.20] [00:45.13]Because when there's suffering you're there [00:48.21] [00:50.48]From southern trees you hang them in the air [00:54.13] [00:55.12]The world screams out in agony and you don't care [01:01.19] [01:04.17]But should the sh*t hit the fan [01:07.10]I just pray you will not be spared [01:11.07] [01:12.81]F**k you [01:14.29] [01:26.66]You took a heart with so much room for love [01:29.44]And filled it with hatred and rage [01:32.40]Until there was nothing left but for it to shrivel up and die [01:37.15] [01:38.73]People will tell you that if you don't love your neighbor [01:42.29]Then you don't love god [01:43.98] [01:44.49]But no god of mine would put light in such unrighteous eyes [01:48.94] [01:50.17]Now the way we hold each other so tight [01:52.77] [01:53.28]Would look more like a noose if held up to the light [01:55.89] [01:56.48]Because we betray each other in dreams every night [02:01.07] [02:02.45]Now let's never speak of it again all right [02:05.55] [02:11.52]All right [02:12.04] [04:56.29]Even now I curse the day and yet I think [04:58.57] [04:59.11]Few come within the compass of my curse [05:01.32] [05:02.43]Wherein I did not some notorious ill [05:04.78] [05:05.37]As kill a man or else devise his death [05:08.32] [05:08.99]Ravish a maid or plot the way to do it [05:11.99]Accuse some innocent and forswear myself [05:13.82] [05:14.82]Set deadly enmity between two friends [05:17.27] [05:17.87]Make poor men's cattle break their necks [05:20.29]Set fire on barns and hay stacks in the night [05:23.95]And bid the owners quench them with their tears [05:25.86] [05:26.66]Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves [05:29.74]And set them upright at their dear friends' doors [05:32.58]Even when their sorrows almost were forgot [05:34.62] [05:35.17]And on their skins as on the bark of trees [05:38.23] [05:38.86]Have with my knife carved in roman letters [05:41.32]Let not your sorrow die though I am dead [05:43.76] [05:45.16]Tut I have done a thousand dreadful things [05:46.93] [05:47.72]As willingly as one would kill a fly [05:50.36]And nothing grieves me heartily indeed [05:52.09] [05:52.75]But that I cannot do ten thousand more