Inhaling clouds to excuse your lies;
High erupts in a fog of shattered and false hopes but only I,
and I am lonely as a drop of rain before the connect,
can hope to revive a high of shattered happiness.
Drop, cut, swoop down from your
pedestal of Narc and join society
before your shattered high of lies destroy your face and cut down your faith.
Join me before you bleed all your blood and fall(DOWN); In a heap you’ll lay.
Decay.
You’re destined to decay.