Eye of the Enemy - Clay

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You’re obstinate
Contrarian
Electrical-storm proletarian
And the fire that’s keeping me warm
Is burning to cinders the secrets rescinding the war
Nefarious
Sarcastically fucking gregarious
And I’m frayed, I’m tired, I’m flayed, I’ve tried and I’ve failed
So I’m walking away
Shut up
There’s no end on this page
For my succubus-cum-necrophage
Every word trephinates
The skull you emptied of joy
And tried to replace
With your void
Your saccharine and frivolous noise
You’re a mannequin modeled off harridans
Hung for their poise
And their ploys
One if by land
Two if by sea
Three if the monarch’s here
And she’s bending the knee
Bastards
Yeah I know there were
Bastards;
Your mind a frog put to boil
As it turns out
I’m a glutton
I’ve let bitches
Push my buttons
But none of them like you
None of them like you
(you're just a)
Shut up
Caustic happenstance;
Down the drip feed I’m fed
Every word you intone
Tears my skin from my flesh
And my flesh from my bones
My bones
There’s a reason you’re dying alone;
The intent of your sentences
Grind together like stones
Bastards
Yeah I know you were
Bastard
Your mind; the graveyard of toil
As it turns out
I’m a glutton
I’ve let bastards
Push my buttons
But none of them like you
None of them like you
Bastards
I don’t care there were
Bastards
Your mind; a stamp on my world
And without you
I am empty
Everyone since
Gave me plenty
But none of them are you
None of them are you
Bastards
We can’t even struggle through
Bastards
All the construct can do is construe
All my insides, made of clay
There’s no reason to go or to stay
There’s
No one left like you
No one left like you