The Perfect Reject
Havard Ellefsen
Bleeding, naked, torn asunder.
Lies busted open your world went under. Your truth is a lie, ugly and belated.
Your mind disconnected, your body sedated.
There ́s a difference that you cannot tell. Not even in the very depths of hell.
For all the falsehoods that you serve
You tried to buy my sympathy
but you won ́t get another inch from me.
Just like you sold your empathy.
Rubbing it all over your dignity.
Is your love so defect,
or is your hate so perfect?
Blame puts itself where it don ́t belong.
