Whose words are all we know of immortality, our lives lay intertwined on a deathbed so discreet. WE'RE ALL SO FAKE. I can feel it in my skin--compassion wearing this. I'm burnt today. It's all stacked to fall on this end of things. I'm burnt today, no words to say. It's all stacked to fall on this end of things, and your politics bring no sincere voice, just image. Stripped down, laid out, we're all so fake, and I can't make myself care.