A Modest Proposal

by The Fahrenheit Drill




You're on your cross
Pretending you're all alone
Lined up in a row
You've saved yourselves

Good fucking job, martyr
The chorus of living failures
Failing endures
The irony in the shoes that walked you there.

So spout your asinines
Before I ask mine
So dig deep as I stand by
And ask yourself if you're maligned

Smug
Before the trigger's pulled
Smug
To the idealized, was there ever any discourse
Smug
Was there ever any empathy
Smug
When you put me up here first

No

You created the hate
That you deny
Don't you ever claim a thing
Without looking inside

Who's holding the fucking gun
Your hands are tied
It's actually impressive
I'm impressed
Now could you please climb down

Written by: Michael Love

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