Cold to the cackle of reeking desperation
Invincible to the rattle in toasting fame
How thick your skin to personal dissuasion
Your nerves strung with unprompted rejections
Your climb fettered with the worm ridden wrungs of
Creaking trepidation
You smile so completely when wearing that mask of whores
Your bile stinks with the self directed lies of uniqueness
And now you smile
Too too late, very pale
Too hollow, too shallow
Too fucking low
Here we go, start the show
What's the crack, what's the joke
No funny joke
Now we know there's no point
Is there one you can see
No valid point
Way too late for your show
Too hollow, too shallow
So fucking low
Your climb fettered with the worm ridden wrungs of
Creaking trepidation
You smile so completely when wearing that mask of whores
Your bile stinks with the self directed lies of uniqueness
And now you smile
Too too late, very pale
Too hollow, too shallow
Too fucking low
Here we go, start the show
What's the crack, start the show
What's the crack, what's the joke
No funny joke
Now we know there's no point
Is there one you can see
No valid point
Way too late for your show
Too hollow, shallow
So fucking low
They shimmered and glistened
The whites of their teeth
The whistling dark sirens
Who harboured the violence
That fell unto me
I scratched and I clutched
And I rubbed at their skin
I crushed all the milestones on reconciled roads to the calm
They shimmered
They glistened
Clutching
Crushing
Too too late, very pale
Too hollow, too shallow
Too fucking low
Here we go, start the show
What's the crack, what's the joke
No funny joke
Now we know there's no point
Is there one you can see
No valid point
Way too late for your show
Too hollow, shallow
So fucking low
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