Thursday, March 20, 2008
Your work's been seen before.
That sick fuck face of yours.
No one is fooled anymore to
that fake religion in your head.
Wear it like a hat to stop another heart.
Cry your tulip tears for someone else.
Then mask your face and hide at night.
A burning finger won't cook for you.
These children are not your friends.
It's all part of a great big party plan
and you're not included.
You're invited to leave.
So wrap your head around that.