Smoke and Mirrors

Smoke and mirrors…false hope and terrors….where pleasure is forbidden and pain makes things clearer….the only language is anguish…infamy is applauded and horizon’s aren’t broadened…we still up for auction…who’s the boss than?..houses are coffins…I have my own collection plate and I’m accepting all offerings…a world that your brother can get lost in…sell his soul but what will it cost him…who can we relate to when the whole world hates you…trying to break you…driving with no brakes just to breakthrough….my fate I’m face to face to…I appreciate the synergy…fuck the world  appoach the mirror with the same energy, blowing smoke and it’s killing my memory…sitting here trying to remember those who will remember me.