I have trusted you down to the bottom core
I have walked the pathless road
I have dreamt hatred and purged
Cried, can you cry me a river?
I have thrown your memories to the sea
I have tatted names that have enchanted me to nude
You have embarrassed my soul
I will no longer sing songs by your rivers
Prostitution is what you’ve been made of, so back you go to the layers of the unknown
My school Sodom and Gomarra
Dare to make your bed lay there?
Illusion, you have fucked me well.
