Boy Sets Fire. After The Eulogy. Still Waiting for the Punchline. Zeneszám

We rely on subtle points
and stabs at biting humour
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 wanna 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