Clay

You're obstinate

Contrarian

Electrical-storm proletarian

And the fire that's keeping me warm

Is burning to cinders the secrets rescinding the war

Nefarious

Sarcastically fucking gregarious

And I'm frayed, I'm tired, I'm flayed

I've tried and I've failed

So I'm walking away

Shut up

There's no end on this page

For my succubus-cum-necrophage

Every word trephinates

The skull you emptied of joy and tried to replace

With your void

Your saccharine and frivolous noise

You're a mannequin

Modeled off harridans

Hung for their poise

And their ploys

One if by land

Two if by sea

Three if the monarch's here

And she's bending the knee

Bastards

Yeah I know you were

Bastards

Your mind a frog put to boil

As it turns out

I'm a glutton

I've let bitches

Push my buttons

But none of them like you

None of them like you

(You're just a)

Shut up

Caustic happenstance

Down the drip feed I'm fed

Every word you intone

Tears my skin from my flesh

And my flesh from my bones

My bones

There's a reason you're dying alone

The intent of your sentences

Grind together like stones

Bastards

Yeah I know you were

Bastards

Your mind the graveyard of toil

As it turns out

I'm a glutton

I've let bastards

Push my buttons

But none of them like you

None of them like you

Bastards

I don't care there were

Bastards

Your mind a stamp on my world

And without you

I am empty

Everyone since

Gave me plenty

But none of them are you

None of them are you

Bastards

We can't even struggle through

Bastards

All the construct can do is construe

All my insides

Made of clay

There's no reason to go or to stay

There's no one left like you

No one left like you