We are so confrontational, misinterpreted displaced faces all misconstrued on a fence post.
A target, smile open wide and pray for the bullet to end it right at the point of your conditional surrender.
Cover up your meaningless deceit with your strong conviction despite a foundation built on mud and sand.
Sinking deeper into the folly of your ways, make that choice. Is it right to stand proud and tall or do we falter on what is left at the end of the road.
Underline your name just to add an importance to the end of redundant days.
A mirror behind every eye, a glance into your soul, festering jealousy pours through your porcelain smile.
No matter what you say you will always know the lies, selfish infliction of a twisted satisfaction in giving it all away.
Blame it on the allegories, the broken stone that falls from grace, forever scaring the facade of old.
Yet that stone feels the deepest regret and lack of attention, slowly degrading.
Give it another chance, just give it another chance, you keep talking, just shut your mouth.
Accept the truth for what it is, divide conspiracy with divinity.
Just the fuse of the two create a madness so beautiful.