Mind falls victim to raw plight
shooting stars have lied tonight
foolish children made a wish
never knew they loved a b....
she's got lips as slick as mud
she flows with pus instead of blood
She whispers hope to those asleep
she makes you trust and lets you weep
you're the ring that she once wore
you've been married to a wh...
your devotion's what she lurked
you're a plan that greatly worked
since beginning trained a mutt
you've been played on by a sl..
though your striding held no lies
does it matter once you've died
it's the start where you're mistaken
when you hear and form the shapeless
when you do what she insists
think perfection could exist