The sleepy reading of an empty magazine
A shiny lie, a thing to buy, a price you paid you gave in
It said you had no worth, no meaning to your birth
Don't even try to begin to speak, you're not unique,
You have no way to win, you're weak
You can't recover from your sin
Life is mean should happens and you suffer inside a smiling mask you had
It's never fair
Now you're the one who lied
And there, there you are the child who sees
It's terrified
Who copped a plea just to survive?
How are you gonna spill the truth?
That power, yeah, you're even now aliveness
You only tease it on its nerve like a loose tooth
Until you find a friend of open listening ears who knows you steady in a kind hold while you're shaking fear
The damming up of tears becomes habitual
And you have cursed yourself with scars it's like a ritual, a casual abuse
To confused with sex and easy piece of fiction
A violent neglect, adrenaline thrill
The frenzy feeding the sleepy reading of an empty magazine