artificial limbs intact but they're just not the same. broken fingers can't be used to blame. all these stitches hold the flesh that spreads across the face. i feel nothing but the sting of what this mask replaced. i speak of fighting for the things that are worth fighting for, but i don't feel like fighting anymore. i am not the same. i am just a name. i am pieced together from the things i've feared the most. but now i'm made of the best part of everything of bugs and flies. when promises lie. of lust and pride half missing inside. all this ego yet my shadow never grow at all. all this freedom yet i chose instead to build a wall. all this spirit yet religion never let me in. all duality yet neither side will ever win, there's a million different things that i would like to say but well within, this whore will always seem to have it's way. i don't sympathize, or apologize. i am nothing but a mirror for the lies we trade. but now i'm made of the best parts of everything of bugs and flies. when promises lie. of lust and pride half missing inside. i will go anywhere. i will be anyone. i would give anything to finally leave anyone. i need to do something new.