So tell me: What in montomy makes you dance?
Your robotic grinding. A cracked mirror
And your painted smeared smiles
You are dying
The circles you trudge are shrinking
You fade
You find strength in denial
And meaning in the voids
When everything is shallow and cold
(Begin to end) When will your eyes flicker open?
What is the meaning of this dance?
A death rite?
You are drinking just to forget
And your desire to be similar. What's in a name?
Express yourself in cliches. That is a meat carnival
You find strength in denial.
Build walls where truth knocks
You hide behind others and smile through
screaming
You're a fake
Begin to end
Again to end
Moulded from plastic
Begin again
Again to end
Liar
Find a new way of dying
Though this is tried and true
Find a new way of dying
This one bores me