Sensory Overload - Cyanotic

Times to face the facts

You fail at life

An ultraviolent demise

Would suit you fine

A total clone

Devoid of his own thoughts

A soulless fabrication

A meaningless creation

You waste of life

You waste of space

You waste of everything

Make no mistake

You fucking fake

I enjoy your suffering

Selective memory

Forgetting who made who

You told so many lies

That it’s hard to keep them straight

You would be better off

Not lying to my face again

You would be better off

If your life came to an end