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He's racking up the milage

on his body and dreams

to feed on others who slowly

believe he is the king of something,

Someone you can't trust

but low and behold

when he smiles he strips the paint

and restores the rust,

You might sugest 

that he's the cream of the crop

or stay silent

in your violent state,

Knowing that you'll never know

he's actually the worst you may meet

eating every feeling

that was honest,

My opinion?

He seems like such a great guy

but I'm in the patriach

so I'll roll with the flow,

His actions are no consequence of mine

he is a land mine maybe

watch your step to survive

because every actions on fire,

to burn for a reason is as noble

as believing that world needs liars,

now be honest with me

where the hell did you put

all those gold rings and things

you planned to be when you were younger?

You gave it all up for flesh

and the feeling that it gives you

when you finally stop sleeping alone,

I'm sad for you

washed away by you

but I'll be the voyeur

if it means that this might not happen to me,

Binary fission of these people

won't keep me on my heels,

Ever expecting

to not be left

with suspicions

that Im not me anymore,

I'm looking for more