Like shit, like shit, like shit trodden down like shit underfoot
Like shit, be the downside to others upsides
Like shit, last one to the table, just starve
Like shit, you'll get what you're given you'll get what you're given
This is set in stone from the ivory towers
Perception above all when you're face down in the dirt
Irreversibly persona non grata a figure off ill distinction
Persona non grata the place for blame diversion
No matter the plaudits I earn
Like shit, the whoring and scoring for points
Like shit, to strive to be superficial
Like shit, I'll live by your status I'll live by your status
This is knowing your place beneath the ivory towers
Not a growing concern but a lowly beast of burden
Irreversibly persona non grata a figure off ill distinction
Persona non grata the place for blame diversion like shit
Smear Campaign
Cheated the way from fringe to elite clique of stylists
Rounded illogic skipping a beat to a dead cert
Dry-heaving charges and bursting the abscess
With a forked tongue bloated with courage
And spewing with cloying self-importance
Drop your targets aim sights lower
Leave unblemished those with real power
Smear Campaign
Stroke two faces nests to feather
Leave unblemished those with real power
A thousand cuts beat yourself proud
Leave unblemished those with real power
Atheist Runt
I'm an empty, vain shell detached and stricken bereft of richness from your faith
Restrain this runt neutralise this runt behead this runt amid pillars of salt
Knives out and poised the balanced fall consumed and onto their own blades
Restrain this runt neutralise this runt behead this runt amid pillars of salt
Disabled in limbo enabled if I stand down and fall onto my own blade
Morale
Odds are stacked with hooks to catch
The creeping doubt that strains the cracks
Morale blitzed morale culled morale morale
Invite the plague to hasten the conversion
Or piss upon the incorruptible deny a way in
Morale sheared morale drained morale morale
The passage of the scapegoat in acceptance
An endgame from a platform a mortal wounding morale
Phonetics For The Stupefied
Torrential flow where anything rolls from the tongue
Addled it's so verbose shrill then sickly then so verbose
A self-advancing spout that's so verbose
Grating, reverberating
Stupefied, but everything's hurting
Addled this wretched blurting
Strafe a simple point this wretched blurting
Pile on guttural disconnects this wretched blurting
Coruscating, reverberating
Phonetics for the stupefied phonetics for the stupefied
Glaringly a ploy, can't you hear?
Withering pitch, technicolour drawl
If only laughingly dismissed shit-mouthed
Pronounced as if emancipation's getting near
From larynx to brain, subjugated only further as you speak to the stupefied
If The Truth Be Known
Your self-determined place of value think before you act!
Can you justifiably criticise a situations development
Sometimes there's only a single path which we have to walk
You realise before you even speak that we're standing in a one-way street
Why should we retreat to satisfy your gain?
Think hard tell me what's your actual thoughts?
Could you even give your brain the time of day?
Live your life and don't live mine
I'm not defending things I've said or done
But let he without sin cast the first begrudging stone
If the truth be known you desire to judge unchallenged and revel in the according attention
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