Album: Streaks of Terror
Change encounters fall short
Our coincidence no longer foats
Convictions readily ignored
You’re like a postcard in how the scenery shapes your sentiment
And i am right to question your interest
And intent for overnight scrutiny
That kept me in bed
You’re a comedy of errors
Now i won’t shake your hand
Another hallmark greeting
Sodomized by disguise
Pride lies behind closed doors
Promises fucked beyond recognition
I taped over all your mix tapes bearing the wounds of confessions
Time too plan your next attack
Like dying words
This is my defense…
I would rather be despised than praised and trivialized