Please don’t act like you care you’re not a good actor

You think I'm naive when I hear your fake laughter

You try and stand tall and believe that you’re better

we all know you’re a pathetic little cancer

The grin on your mouth is stitched in too tight

Skin pulled over rot, trying to fake what’s alive

Your words smell like dirt, like the grave’s been disturbed

Everything that you are is a plague that’s been rehearsed

Your prayers are just noise, like a fly in the web

You choke on the strands, coughing blood ‘til you’re dead

A saint in your mind, but your shadow’s obscene

It’s dragging you down you’re just a little drama fiend

You’re a hollow soul, a narcissistic slit-eyed bitch

You waste of air, I hope you choke on all of those dicks

It’s like a game of chess, but every move makes you flinch

My days may be numbered, but your bodies in a ditch