You are what you sacrifice
Amalgam of pain, should your
Misplaced foresight
Lead you to my door again
Roll out them shekels, babe
Spit out that cum
My conscience dissipating
Your vanities, firstborn runt
Just a cat drinking
It's own reflection
You're not the picture
Not even the frame
Just a dog drinking
Up my reflection
You're fishing for pain
Religion for one
Your fear of failure and ambition the same thing
You will never get a table at the Dorsia within
Finish off this pedicure
Redirect the plane
Your armor protecting nothing
Your sympathy's driest month
Just a byproduct of my resentment
You're not the picture
Not even the frame
Just a dog drinking
Up my reflection
You're squandering pain
Religion for one