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?
Fuck

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



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Writer(s): Charles Sanfilippo
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