Death
There's your social cue
Now put on your veil
There n wait for the Applause sign to alight
But they see through it
Tired of your verbal litter
You are the archetype of conformity
Just rip off the mask and live authentically
Placed into, this new world divide
Taught by a infinite feed of keysmash
Skip the horse, let's beat the stable
Ophidian skin shed in public
Not the facade you hide behind
Your life is fleeting, take a hold of it
Before you die a fucking counterfeit
Writer/s: Cel Damage
