The Abominations Of Those Virtuous - BoySetsFire

We rely on subtle points

And stabs at biting humor

To reveal our tired roles

Of slave and domination

Who did you enlighten today

Humiliate to sell your point of view

Create an image for mass consumption

Insecurity as intellect

See your soul in your eyes

Hope your trophies will not mind

I’m sick of this grain of salt

That I must take you with

I want to lash out

But I bite my lip

The talk gets older and the lines get stale

Your chance at godliness has already failed

You can’t deny

Your thirst and drive

For your time in the spotlight

Why are you so damned sure that you shut your friends out

I have learned to shut out every hateful word

You’ll never see the friends you’ve lost

From behind your transparent mask

I haven’t grown to hate you

I’ve just grown to forget you

You label me class, rank and station

Your intellectual masturbation

You’re absolutely intoxicated

By your own mouth running in circles

Your tongue always tends to lose it

Every chance you get you abuse it

You have now spent a lifetime

Killing time

Killing time

Tow the line

But you’re eager, withdraw and I’ll follow you

Though you’re quick to act

Like a threat

To make others feel so small

The thought that you repeat

And the letter that you scream

Before that you were killing time

In time

I’m sick and tired of your reaction

I’m sick and tired of your reaction

I’m sick and tired of your reaction

Why don’t you shut the fuck up

When you discover just how easy it is to impress

Without demanding all the attention for no reason

Maybe you’ll believe me

Your own will to power has come back to haunt you

Your own will to power has come back to haunt you