Misery Signals | Face Yourself
Who do you think that you are?
Baring your teeth like the smile of the one
with a blade in his sleeve.
The thorns that line your back are all it took
to slit the arms that took you in.
Just who do you think that you are?
Suicide king dying to be seen —
an image to build, cover you up.
The damage is done;
just let them fight
so they never have to face themselves.