The language of the lie barbed and callous tongues shall lick behind the thinnest doors a web of falsehood so unfolds humility pride dissected, maliciously a mockery bonds dissolve in endless mimicry cruelly illuminated the subject of shallow spectacle inherent weaknesses revealed contact withers to a lull once perfect pictures, now stained with fingerprints tragedy fucks jealousy the mortal heartstrings bend and break vultures with human eyes can you feel their circling? Preying on tender moments the failures of purest dram our selfish means are the means to a fucking end a kinfe for every spine of every man nails scratching into the flesh until the fibers are broken something has got to give when the bottoms of bottles no longer ease the pain and the bathroom mirror reflects the face of autonomy man must invert interalize the pain the sequence replays in the mind the wounded heart withers away a lot of the ugly answers lie somewhere in between intrinsic disregard and the burden of weakness they're sharpening the knives are always sharpening a life now stained with fingerprints something has got to give