Stabbing to Purge Dissimulation

How have you lost touch with this?

You are a lie, you're digging such a grave

Gimmicks sell, but what's the cost of this?

You make me cringe

To think that this is to become their place

Where the judgement ends

And now betrayed is where they lay

Letting hatred build the falling of your system

It's their turn to send you flailing

And burning into hellish dissension

Loathsome talent, fleeting

Rehashed bullshit makes you all not worth a piss

Bound in your false pretense

We laugh at this as it slowly becomes your end

It's how, it's how you live the end

Can't believe how you have lost touch with this

They mourn the loss of valiant fools, all glam and glitz

Come back, last chance to take a useful stance

Instead of just saying to say things that you bigots wish for

But won't ever have, no chance

They are the ones who bring life to us

Fucking family

How could you betray them?

What money tied with your platinum chains?

Fuck, you're cheap

Bought for a few pennies

Now you're all just empty

Fucking soulless machines

Rip you apart

As they scurry around at your feet

Leave you to wither, as if you ever meant anything

Your death gives breath for new breeds

They'll crawl back into the new hope for all

Left you forgotten while you lay there rotting

Back at your burial ground

Back at your burial ground