Godzilla

All the poetry reads only as shallow Shoot for the stars, all your bullets are hollow Make up break up create a cover up Paper or plastic? Which one made the cut I'll take the pennies from the hit I lit I want the credit for the radio edit Sell my pride for a dollar sign Realign my mind dine on the divine Paint my blood on the walls of the city bank I'm the punctuation you are the prank I'll take the pennies from the hit I lit I want the credit for the radio edit