Kill
If I could get you into a frame.
If I could figure you out.
How truly would I really be.
If my image of you was complete.
I've been trying to fill the void.
To reach out and touch your face.
But I molded you after my taste.
And created another cliche.
With a human concept of what is fitting.
I cannot get you into my frame.
Now I see but a poor reflection.
Then I'll see face to face.
Kill all my idols till thy kingdom come.
Kill all my idols and come quickly come
