All this cap you let pollute my mind, Juliet masqueraded

The silence that I hear from the heavens exasperate it

Been fascinated, worthy of happiness? That's debated

I’m sick of this shit, at the end of my wits, getting ready to dip, and it feel like I been vaccinated

A shot to the arm, back to reality, thanks, ‘cause I needed that

Should've never hit send, should've never been friends, all I know is I ain't strong enough to read it back

I peer in the mirror, look upon a stranger, change the way that it proves true

I scream, that I hate you, and the reflection screams back, "know that it’s mutual"

Hmm...fair enough; loneliness don't spare the tough

Act like I don't care then bluff; no longer would I dare to trust

A single soul the thought is pure, intentions ain’t

I pray for help, but God yells down, "yo you not a saint"

The greatest liars been perpetually portrayed as pious

Think I'm absolved, it’s so ironic I can't see the bias

A hypocrite, won't slit his wrist, just stuck with bloody fists

From punching on the pavement, while lamenting that it came to this

Kneel at the altar, screaming, “Jesus, Eden’s garden’s reaping weaker harvests each and all the weeks the priests are preaching calmness”

Bleeding heart is deemed an awkward greeting, cheaper talking’s causing people’s jaws to creak and teeter off to feeble waltzes

Let’s call it even; you scrawled the script I starred as lead in

It’s all in reason to long for peace when loss is recent

To each their own interests: individuals off the deep end

Ploughed the shrouded breeding grounds souring our false allegiance

Give me something please, the returns are diminishing

The fertile future we earned turned into an urn full of cinnamon

Could taste the murder in that dish when your servant is bringing it

Shit’s so finished that even the furniture’s splintering, bickering

Pick an issue and stick with it ‘til giving up on it is worse than leaving

Militant adherence to a strip of dirt with accursed lesions

I had it all mapped out, it was supposed to be a perfect sequence

Now I’m dreaming for a piece of death the world is steeped in

Now I’m dreaming for a piece of death the world is steeped in

‘Cause it was supposed to be a perfect sequence

So much of the dreams depart

Wonder did they even start

All these shattered dreams and all that’s left is just a bleeding heart (a bleeding heart)

A twisted knife inside a bleeding heart

Go twist the knife inside the bleeding heart

Central city burning frigid, Willie Sherman-ing it

Civic questions left a fetishistic pit to purge and pillage

Precious personage; treasured purses in need of protection

First plea-riddled Geneva Convention; skipped the scribbled words, dismissive

Dropping bombs in the citizens’ bank: Ryan Howard in ‘06

Stacked vitals in spider tack; vie for the power in those grips

Stick in the shank close to the ribs; bone-shivering flank to the shiv

Time-choking grin; violence since cowardice won’t win

Pushing luck wasn’t good enough, the shoves came to this

Took a huff of regurgitated myths that tasted flavorless

Shouldn’t have run, huh? The rage builds quicker when you’re evading it

Look at the plundered remains of this foundation and what we made of it