K.Y.M.

Made a mockery of the monuments You chewed up and spit out this sacred flesh Took a look in the mirror But you couldn’t even see your own Self consciousness Take until there is nothing left to take Can you see the day a narcissist Is humbled by a gun to his head? A gun to your head Kill yourself or kill your masters Kill yourself or kill your fucking masters The safest place for me to be is Isolated Purgatory Disregarding allegory How are you devoid of real sense of opposition? Fill me with your intuition Oh The safest place for me to be is far away from anything I feel or love or haven’t thought of I’ll keep it all at arms length I wanna know What would a soothsayer say to me? How would the silence break? How could the silence ever break? How are you devoid of this? F*ck Let them speak of tragedy When they tell our story Let them speak of tragedy When they put a motherfucking Gun to his head A gun to your head Kill yourself or kill your masters Kill yourself or kill your fucking masters