Inferior to the faces hanging over me you choose to join them i remain unaccepted so what's left for us. . . paper mache
Conversations so what is left for us back to the nothingness we started at i've devoted a world and you can't spare me pity your
Words have threaded this web of rejection i can only promise that i will unmask the faces hanging over me (the only thing i will
Ever be is a memory)