Meatpuppet
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2002
- Messages
- 368
fear of deceit, deception
retreat for cowardice or retaliation
all the counterfeit beautiful people
with bleached and starched lives
they can't even smell their own rotten shit
mucus bubbling up, as they drown in their lies
their eyes black, and a knife in my back
from urn ashes, their cosmetics arise
suck it, swallow, and smile
stuffing attention, money, crucifixes, and pills
in between their thighs
America-a Genisis of fakes and flakes
a manifestation of vats, composed of two-faces personas
Batman-esque alter egos
relaxation in their saturated piss/pseudo steam sonas
my childhood smiles replaced by questioning eyes
and furrowed brows
innaguaration of bittersweet paranoia
a deja-vu of loneline in darkness
my life, my visions, sights, feelings
trusts, safeguards, and hopes
destroyed by a reign of fallacies
i can breathe, i can't cope
life long stroll in a murky sea at night
searching for safety in every step
truth so rare it fearful, trembling all the secrets i have kept
truth so prescious its strange
like staring at an asylum cell light bulb
seeing truth and feeling so derranged
eon lasting espionage..never ending sabotage...
and things will never change
retreat for cowardice or retaliation
all the counterfeit beautiful people
with bleached and starched lives
they can't even smell their own rotten shit
mucus bubbling up, as they drown in their lies
their eyes black, and a knife in my back
from urn ashes, their cosmetics arise
suck it, swallow, and smile
stuffing attention, money, crucifixes, and pills
in between their thighs
America-a Genisis of fakes and flakes
a manifestation of vats, composed of two-faces personas
Batman-esque alter egos
relaxation in their saturated piss/pseudo steam sonas
my childhood smiles replaced by questioning eyes
and furrowed brows
innaguaration of bittersweet paranoia
a deja-vu of loneline in darkness
my life, my visions, sights, feelings
trusts, safeguards, and hopes
destroyed by a reign of fallacies
i can breathe, i can't cope
life long stroll in a murky sea at night
searching for safety in every step
truth so rare it fearful, trembling all the secrets i have kept
truth so prescious its strange
like staring at an asylum cell light bulb
seeing truth and feeling so derranged
eon lasting espionage..never ending sabotage...
and things will never change
