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Faceless
Beaten to death by the pain we disguise,
Bite your tongue till it bleeds, but the truth never dies.
Your sweet sickly soul has made compassion a cage,
You stumble to hide the filthy mess that you've made.
Procrastination forms the heart of gold,
Kept under lock and key, shining itself to be sold.
The unsung hero's song is never played,
We left the bull in the shop in hopes it wouldn't stay.
How slowly you fall without the weight of remorse,
But Mother Earth herself formed a collision course.
Sweeten the lie until it's painfully true,
There's nothing fucking left of you.
For a shred of sense, you stack the pyre too high.
Aerial, conviction floods the sky
Until the helium drains and she falls back through the roof,
And she still finds you where she long left you.
You stare too long to wake and you're too dumb to run.
You pulled the wolf from the wool, blind to what it's become.
You pissed on the portrait that once made us whole,
The truth died ten thousand miles ago.
