we talk about you behind all your backs.
we have everything you seem to lack.
we are entitled because of our scars.
we are embittered for losing what’s ours.

will you not save me when i want to bleed?
will you not follow when i want to lead?
will you not tell them to let me be?
will you not set me free?

it’s all a farse today.
so i must find a way
to figure out everything about you.
to filter out everything but you.

we talk in circles, i’m left with disgust.
and i feel so full of your shit i could bust.
but i keep my face on and knod in reply.
and you keep on talking like it’s not a lie.

it’s all a farse today.
so i must find a way
to figure out everything about you.
to filter out everything about you.
to sift through your heart and find the thing that will spare you.