The spectacle



Swallows all that is and has been



Vanity plunges as my three face joke is wearing thin



This charade is coming to an end



Strange how one of them was made to look like your friend



This feeling is a ruse



I have no words to express them



This feeling is a ruse



I feel self hatred start to stem



It rises, it swallows all that is and has been



Disassemble my grand machine, pull the plug and make me clean