NOT JUNK FOOD

A look into your eyes, infinite disguise, the master of lies
Conflicting vibes, in my mind, or is it the mirror these eyes are mine
Don’t look so surprised, you just won the grand prize
I’m talking to myself and I don’t understand why
Somebody please help me I can’t go thru this again
Everybody go fuck yourself I don’t believe in friends
They only like you when you have a bunch of money to spend
Is this the end? It can’t come fast enough, now let me begin….

Enough about me, lets talk about you
Enough about you, lets talk about sex
Enough talk already lets make a mess
I’m gonna make you hate me, I tried too hard to impress

It goes round and round and back and forth
I’m a slave to the rhythm I took a vow I can’t divorce
If I could go back I would never watch how sounds contort
The symmetry of syllables has me believing nothing means anything anymore
You’re boring, you’re not funny, you suck if we’re being comparative
They’ll say anything to own the vibe and control the narrative
Now I say the same things looking at myself like what have I inherited
The right to be a dick & break your confidence to where it barely lives
It doesn’t even beg me not to kill it, its too shy to be candid
They will actually try to kill you, if you threaten what they’ve established
I know you can’t stand it, you should have tried harder in practice
I’m a beast I’ll eat your monopoly piece and puke all over your standards
He’s lost his mind, he’s on drugs, he will never be the same
Correct. To be sold, not told? Fuck you, pay me or I’m giving away the game
Day after day, everything I do, everything I say, you should probably pray
You know what fuck it, keep ur money, I’m gonna give it away anyway

Media blitz, don’t hide your kids, explain exactly what it is
If you want them to live, I mean if you want them to win
If not take a pic, here’s an electronic dick it looks great next to your chin
Opium smoke & cocaine mirrors, let me teach you how to sin
Eminems, soda pop, suckers for dum sums what a devious plan
Reel them in.. ur like the creepy man in the ice cream van
Kids love sugar & laughs about things they don’t understand
Market the addictive, promote it as art, all in the name of the brand
Now the prisons are full, drugs flood the street, nobody knows what to believe
Think quick, change tactics, stay relevant, make an album about recovery
I think next you should make an album about suicide, that would be lovely to see
Here lies old whats his name, he choked to death on the plugs dick, drugs, and deceit

Enough about you, lets talk about me
Enough about me, lets talk about sex
Enough talk already lets make a mess
If I made you hate me, I must say I’m truly impressed

i had to fog lin so i ken tell you ok. gud jobby. if i make you hate me, i'm truly impressed. <-- |*o*|

Interesting piece... I just had a hard time reading it - it's filled with knowledge that I'm not even trying to hear right now.