You there,
You're wondering about the point of this?
So there's no miscommunication,
I speak solely for myself
Hoping that in doing so I might reach someone else
Who's felt the following pains:
Love, Misery, Maladjustment
Isolation, Desperation, Persecution
Or generally entirely displaced
The scars on the parts of me still human
Have been marked many times in skin
I can't be the first,
I can't!
(Scared now, punk?)
I can't be the last,
I can't!
(Scared now, punk?)
I'm afraid the love I know I share with others
is going to die beneath a steel sky to bullets
(Scared now, huh?)
bang, bang, the bullets of the money hungry
cash cows who with all the power won't break
(Scared now, spider?)
out of the system continuously stomping
humanity down to its absolute lowest low
(Scream.)
before we meet!
Speak my name:

Thalia Spider the Singer of a Sorrow,
The Hope in Despair for the Posterity of
The Human Tomorrow

The Fool in Love
The Honesty, The Justice

The Broadcast Awaiting Signal Return

The Broken Verse of the Hurt and the Hollowed

You are me.
I am you.
Reflection complete.
No fear to follow.