Psychosocial

I love your projection but I don't love you Your perceived perfection though it's just not true I want an escape and tonight that's you You are my victim, you are my muse Just one specimen of a multitude I want a cliché I can click on cue Psychosocia

I did my time and I want out So effusive - Fade - It doesn't cut The soul is not so vibrant The reckoning - The sickening Packaging subversion Pseudo sacrosanct perversion Go drill your deserts - Go dig your graves Then fill your mouth with all the m