Lie.
Fucking lie.
Fucking lie.
Its all you ever perform.
Lie.
Fucking lie.
Fucking lie.
Cut the cord and weather.
Deep in the dark of shallow waters.
I see no reason to give quarters.
Vent out the agony imbued in hate.
Not about to repeat that aged mistake.
With a factor ninety seeping through.
All these actions were caused by how you…
Lie.
Fucking lie.
Fucking lie.
Its all you ever perform.
Lie.
Fucking lie.
Fucking lie.
Cut the cord and weather.
Thump in your chest is not a heart.
Too busy aiming at your mark.
Callous empty soulless husk shell.
Should have rung an alarm bell.
But my eyes slipped from what mattered.
As a result I became so brain scattered.
Lie.
Fucking lie.
Fucking lie.
Its all you ever perform.
Lie.
Fucking lie.
Fucking lie.
Cut the cord and weather.
Pity you have no ounce of sane.
Whats in your head is screeching pain.
Shame is not a thing for you.
You’re too focused on cutting through with…
Lie.
Fucking lie.
Fucking lie.
Its all you ever perform.
Lie.
Fucking lie.
Fucking lie.
Cut the cord and weather…
The storm; which you form,
Tore my soul,
But I will not wait for you.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 