If I could see
sharpening of skills
to watch you
hone them down
straighten your ego
never to be
dull again
bang out the
imperfections

No

Shape the mold
of disguise

We're turning our backs
on your platform

Wield this weapon
to see it shine

Your ends are yourself

And in this moment
look behind

In a policy adopting
this world as a rival

To all the lives
you've scared before

Packed with words
hollow words

Your comments are sent
in futile defense of your ego
your perception is bent
to compliment your ego

Do you want an answer
you've got an answer
for everything.

And these hands
that hold us down
are they ours
and these arms
that push us back
are they ours
and these hands
that twist my motives
are they mine
and these arms
that wrap themselves around me
and won't ever let me see
and feel
are they mine
and these words
that fuck my mouth up
are they mine?

Backwards twisted truths
in a language of your own
you create endless exemptions
for behavior you condone
and the forwarded lie
now provides
the framework for the facts
as it comes down the line
again and again
and with your reiteration
of the me me me
I must appease
bricks and bolts in framework
of greed
that's all I see
and if I asked you to stop
would you stop
and if I asked
would you stop?

Girders, I will erect
bolted down in consistence
foundation layed and set
locked in persistence

And if I asked you to stop
would you stop
and if I asked
would you stop

We're not asking

Stop

Why the fuck do you defend it
this competition ethic
yours is the exception
not the rule

Packed with words
hollow words

Your comments are sent
in futile defense of your ego
your perception is bent
to compliment your ego

Do you want an answer?

Your answer

No