The Abominations of Those Virtuous
We rely on subtle points
And stabs at biting humor
To reveal our tired roles
Of slave and domination
Who did you enlighten today
Humiliate to sell your point of view
Create an image for mass consumption
Insecurity as intellect
See your soul
In your eyes
Hope your trophies
Will not mind
I'm sick of this grain of salt
That I must take you with
I want to lash out but I bite my lip
The talk gets older and the lines get stale
Your chance at godliness has already failed
You can't deny
Your thirst and drive
For your time
In the spotlight
Why
Are you so damned sure that you shut your friends out
I have learned to shut out every hateful word
You'll never
See the friends you've lost
From behind your transparent mask
I haven't grown to hate you
I've just grown to forget you
You label me class rank and station
Your intellectual masturbation
You're absolutely intoxicated
By your own mouth running in circles
Your tongue always tends to lose it
Every chance you get you abuse it
You now have spent a lifetime
Killing time
I'm sick and tired of your reaction
Why don't you shut the fuck up
When you discover
Just how easy
It is to impress
Without demanding
All the attention
For no reason
Maybe you'll believe me
Your own will to power has come back to haunt you
