Take these animals again,
And wrap your ropes around them.
Let the
I’m the sadist that reminds you of your blessing,
And the
She told me don’t let them in. You’re a copy
Don’t fool the crowd with all your sentiments in vain.
We
I’m still stitching up the stabs you left, weaving in
She’s a god in her own right. She dims the
Feeling low, like I’m ready crack and slowly moving from
You sold your soul for an ounce of attention.
Gaining the
Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object
Pretty Pretty, she looks so needy.
She’s calm in the face,
I'm only patient enough to please the masses for so
In this sinless city, we wear calluses on our hands.
From
To me, you were just dead weight.
A diluted filter blurring
Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want
