how you came from the wall feeding me handfuls of anonymity a perfect mask can    hide a shallow smile a muted voice comprised of chicanery a prophet to the    disassembled a bleeding heart for a dying cause prays in tongues and kneels in    dirt hollowed without your face shows sickened ways a filter of reality shows    you in a league with a god with a leper's hand you reach with hate the first    stone is cast a masochistic game tear the jester's heart from its chest this    cycle never ends how the killers always come with a grin there is no need for    you here you're worth your weight in shit so play the sage in the eyes of another    bastard and fulfill your place in life again having played the fool once all    too often in the past everything has an end and everything dies and when your    word becomes as indestructable as the frequency of your lies then we'll discuss    promises I wish you increments of hell at one million a day