Which Stars

Whose entrails are you reading lately? Which stars are yours? Forgiving all the freaks and babies It's hard I know The hate is so ingrained in me I can't just let it go I'll try though I finally found the faith to fake it In bars at shows The definition of a friendship It starves and yet grows I'm seeking out the seekers so We all know what it looks like To be hollow I've started liking my job I get to keep the world haunted I'm a blood-powered machine Keeping consciences clean Why would you end a good war When everyone is so gorgeous There's too much too explain It cannot be made plain The hate is so ingrained in me I can't just let it go I'll try though