Hallucinogenic eugenics False beauty Portrayed poorly Because it’s unreal Yet The feelings pursue me Persecution Prosecution Against this prostitution of emotions I sell myself cheap $20.00 The price for my soul Sold To the mass Extinction of reality Who’s to say this bouquet Of roses Can’t arise before My death?
I decorate The interior To design a mind That’s perfected In the opinions Of those who know No better Drama setter Setting the décor For the setting Letting the encore Bring life In the form Of more roses Atrocious Notoriety From unwanted fame Or A poor poet Starving artist Projected as a failure In this motion picture Called life.