Your words, a wire guided razor
Your thoughts, digital stamp
Lack of virtue
Where opinions spew like vomit
Lost touch with ourselves
Lost focus of the point
Lost touch with ourselves
Lost focus of the point
Trapped by chains
Filled with rusted thoughts
A self-serving shape
Wrapped by thorns
You swallow and bleed every word
You swallow and bleed and it's worse
Spit and make something true
Rinse, regurgitate, repeat
Spit and make something true
Rinse, regurgitate, repeat
Read, regurgitate, repeat
Rinse, regurgitate, repeat
Repeat