With your "burnt to the ground" And halos breaking It's been said Once a hundred times before So say it again More posturing and masks Thinly veiled metaphors About "angels" can't hide your contempt I'm not fooled And if you think about it For more than a minute It's not okay And i'm not fooled By your corpses so artfully done In monoprint for everyone to see Can you justify this? Its not okay Your hatred as an option To be made To be sold To be consumed To be absorbed Like the paint-as-blood On the cover of every sad little boy So just give up and fade away