How about your life day by day,

runs through your mind night after night,

see my face in your eyes,

see yourself, my disguise,

push me out, I’ll give you back,

you’re too dull f**ked up and old,

you try to look human but you’re just a f**ked up growth,

your brain mass is bypassed with the blueprints of a classically trained anomaly,

so how about this visual deception,

attacking individual perception,

multiplied you spread your infection,

personality interception,

shattered images of imperfection,

staring through a broken reflection,

hypnotized with introspection,

focused eyes of non-expression,

fade to black,

it takes us back,

to scrolling credits of ending ignorance,

the end of innocence,

I’d rather see life through the gray,

than have your black and white create the night of day,

I’d rather shatter your image in the frame.