..but you stood on ancient stones and swore to a god you don’t believe in. You’re a charlatan. You’re an impression. You’re a man. I pray for some disaster to make you come alive. When will you be sated? So. Take me to pieces. Sometime I throw myself away. Sometimes I give myself up. Sometimes I lose my thread. I was hoping we could bury each other I was hoping we could cancel each other out. I was hoping for a match point. I was hoping for a strike. Break you down, clean you up, take you apart, wake you up. DISMANTLE> you are a man made of fear, Everything is okay. You think it’s what the people want – so put yourslef on the cross. Hang yourself out to dry. carry on carrion. Feed yourself to the birds. Throw yourself to the lions. You remind me of a man who sold his kingdom for a gun. Fell intot the arms of other lovers other little fools and the pride of other mothers. Fall before it- give up all before it - surrender and be sated. Something has died something has gone something has left us somethings moved on pay your respects cross yourself pray for solace pray for a repreive give yourself up, start to grieve IS NOTHING SACRED NOTHING SAFE? You’ll not be sated until I’m laid to waste.
