like a credit card
shine right through that plastic coat
the light of the knife of truth
cuts through that slime
hiding behind smiles of shame
sucking the dick of Mr. Fame
entertain the lame
like sheep they flock
towards the tall lies
Where is the fucking purity?
Where is the fucking soul?
humanity being sucked down a drain of deceit, greed, and it’s just fucking disgusting
Where’s the fucking golden ticket?
Where?
please provide the map to the promised land. because it sure ain’t here, Dorothy.
NEVER GOING TO SELL OUT.
enjoy the soulless beasts with gigantic breasts and high pitched wimpering voices.
enjoy the vaginas of misguided souls, practicing being a trophy, really being nothing.
enjoying buying a bunch of shit. because that’s all it all is.
Where is the meaning? -Check inside sphincter. It’s right fucking there.
Dollar bills, oh dollar bills, please suck my dick.
Dollar bills, oh dollar bills, you make me fucking sick.
Dollar bills, oh dollar bills, the truth you cannot hide.
Dollar bills, oh dollar bills, keep it truly real or commit suicide.
~~~~as the blood drips down the floor
and her body lies motionless
sirens are flaring, like cats calling in the distance… “meeeow meeeow meeeeow”
the dogs bark at the dead body and begin eating her flesh
a tasty treat. former owner, now a delicious snack to eat.
and what do you do?
you just stand there with that fake plastic smile.
and your top-hat.
and you tap dance around the mindless plastic asskissers. oh how fucking glorious. revel in it. construct a swimming pool and swim in it. bring a mirror so you can look at yourself too and fix your fucking hair.
things started to sway the more she was honest with the outside world. the less she kept in.
well then, fuck em.
honest and real and passionate and loving. deeply.
like a weight dragging the plastic down the drain.
that’s okay. don’t need it.
you wanna shun the one that’s been nothing but fun?
tired of being nailed to the stake.
jesus already did it. so fuck off.