Of course they try to do the most
With plastic smile I play the pleasant host
And hide the blood in my eyes the gravel of my voice
But this time I know I’m having sex with a ghost
It helps block out the void of noise
When the silence bounces off the walls
I’ll never forget the silence was a conscious choice
The years planning in the end not to call the whole season you was aware of it all
The wizard behind the curtain Th
Thunderous intestines clinching
Sitting there stiffly
wishing it was you building a mystery
not just the piper paying someone else to diss me
As I forgot your face
Somewhere in cringeworthy history
But here it is unwelcome epiphany ur picturing me to the pink Floyd in your brain a victorious masterbatory symphony , getting a stiffy envisioning me broken as u tried to render me , pumping ur fist up n down alone in the dark rhythmically
As if causing me pain would lessen your misery
Hey you with your ear against the wall waiting for someone to call , can you hear me ?
Yeah I can MF , loud n fucking clear..
Though it did take me a minute my dear
What it’s worth Is far more then what it cost
Now some of you will be lost BUT
the whole gaggle of you can royally fuck off
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